Nadine's Blog

Leslie Tift & Tom Scott’s passion for music,
whether singing, writing or playing,
is a life long journey that has just been captured on their new CD,
a labor of love celebrating this acoustic musical duo’s inspired talents…

Their commitment to their craft is reflected in the richness of Leslie’s voice,
Tom’s poetry and musical skills
and the gathering of a talented group of musicians
for the recording of this CD.

Below a taste of Tom’s lyrics, from his song
“Like a Pebble in My Shoe”
“I can read it like the writing on the wall
I can hear it on the wire if  it’s there at all
I can smell it with my nose to the wind
Bear the weight like original sin
Guess I knew it like the back of my hand
Or a dream that I’ve had over and over again
It’s as real as a pebble in my shoe
there’s no denying it babe it’s me and you…“

Join us for the CD Release Concert,
SATURDAY AUGUST 28 at The WAYSIDE  GRILL in MT SHASTA,
starting at 7:30 or so,
in fact having dinner there might just be the ticket (!……..)
Opening the evening of  joyful celebration will feature
a new gifted and enthusiastic musical group “Champion Club”.

For more information about Tom & Leslie, how to purchase their new CD
or where they will be playing next, go to
http://tomandleslie.wordpress.com/

www.nadineaiellographics.com

There is a wonderful place at the foot of Mt Shasta,
some might think of it as a sanctuary,
called Shasta Cove Dogs,
where dogs live play and love their humans Peg & Todd
who share their hearts & home with them.

There, the world is seen and joyfully experienced
through Emma, Henry, Hank, Tux, Sally and Jasper
whether playing eating sitting sleeping or loving,
all done with wild abandon….

Some of these wonderful dogs have special needs and/or
serious health issues but it never affects their love of life……

Below the link to this blessed world.
www.shastacovedogs.com

“…There are love dogs
no one knows the name of.
Give your life to be one of them.”
-Rumi

www.nadineaiellographics.com

After spending the evening with Coleman Barks and Lisa J. Starr
along with three hundred poetry junkies in Mt Shasta,
we spontaneously spent the morning after, reading poems at breakfast,
the air singing with them, and still………

A piece from “Summer Food” by Coleman Barks:
“…Let us eat the solid forms of sunlight,
and walk around after supper
in the gold time,
loving eachother and talking vegetables.”
www.colemanbarks.com

A piece from “Lair” by Lisa Starr:
“…May you once in a while, upon waking,
remember the hungry love of a panther-
her body like a dream
wrapped around you all night-
holding you tight, then tighter still,
then just as fiercly
letting go.”
www.thehygeiahouse.com

And one by Rumi & Coleman Barks……
“The clear bead at the center changes everything.
There are no edges to my loving now.

I’ve heard it said there’s a window
that opens from one mind to another,

but if there’s no wall, there’s no need
for fitting the window, or the latch.”
www.colemanbarks.com

www.nadineaiellographics.com

to a precious friend living her life as art,

this poem by Mary Oliver
speaks to who you are…..

MINDFUL

Every day
I see or hear
something
That more or less

kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle
in the haystack
of light.

It is what I was born for -
to look, to listen,

to lose myself
inside this soft world-
to instruct myself
over and over

in joy,
and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,

the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant-
but the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,

the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help

but grow wise
with such teachings
as these-
the untrimmable light

of the world,
the ocean’s shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?

visit Laura Rose’s website: http://www.laurarosegallery.com/

I caught the happy virus last night,

while dancing beneath the stars.

It is remarkably contagious

so kiss me!

Hafiz

Soft snow falling
slowly drawing
white lines
on black branches.

Everything silent
except for
the sleeping breath
of Bodhi beside me.
01/24/10

May the light of your soul guide you.
May the light of your soul bless the work you do with the secret love and warmth of your heart.
May you see in what you do the beauty of your own soul.
May the sacredness of your work bring healing, light and renewal to those who work with you and to those who see and receive your work.
May your work never weary you.
May it release within you wellsprings of refresment, inspiration and excitment.
May you be present in what you do.
May you never become lost in the bland absences.
May the day never burden.
May dawn find you awake and alert, approaching your new day with dreams, possibilities and promises.
May evening find you gracious and fulfilled.
May you go into the night blessed, sheltered and protected.
May your soul calm, console and renew you.

- John O’Donohue

© John O’Donohue. All rights reserved

This poem is an excerpt from the book “Anam Cara”

for more information about John O Donohue, visit his website: www.johnodonohue.com