What Makes Your Soul Stir

They have a name for that now, you know. it's called earworms

Always nice to get a good one stuck in your head, prevents sanity from taking hold. We can't have sanity =)

And some of the best earworms can be born here on Highlander Radio

I have a little button stuck on my bulletin board that says

"Why Let Reality Wreck Your Day?"

Amen, bro!

what stirs my soul...

art, music, smelling rain on the air, thunderstorms.

I really never got into poetry. I'm not very good at it. I was forced to do it in highschool (okay forced is a little harsh it was part of the class). I don't know. Other things stir my soul though. Music, a rainy evening in summer, the wind blowing through the trees, water coming up onto the beach, sitting at the top of a sand dune and watching the horizon, a sunset, I could keep going...

exactly...it's like all the simple, yet amazingly beautiful things that happen or are found in nature.

I am still alive!! Just a heck of alot of things going on right now. I am terribly sorry. I have neglected all things in my life.

But the first thing I did when I got back to the computer is come here. Home!!!!


I am so glad to see that there are more posts on this topic. And hello to those of you I have not yet met. Forgive my absence. I regret it fully.

Poetry? To me, it's one of those funny things. Like playing golf, much more fun to play than to watch; I would rather write poetry than to read it. But I would rather hear it than to write it. And that brings me to my favorite poetry. There has been a lot of discussion about music stirring the soul, but to me some of the best poetry is in song. Such as Garth Brooks..........................

And now, I'm glad I didn't know,
The way it all should end
The way it all should go.
Our lives, are better left to chance,
I could have missed the pain,
But I'd have had to miss the dance.

Or George Jones....................................

Can you picture Heaven, with no angels singing?
Or a bright Sunday mornin' with no church bells ringing?
Have you watched as the heart of a child breaks in two?
Then you've seen a picture of me without you.


That's my favorite kind of poetry, and this list goes on for miles. As for what stirs my soul, here are just a few examples.......................................................

Looking into the eyes of your first child for the first time.

Seeing a community, large or small, pull together after a tragedy.

An old married couple that still hold hands.

The innocence of a child. (look for a new thread in this forum with the same title)

Tears shed in joy.

All of God's creation.

A sunset where the last rays of light disappear and in an instant the sky is lit up with hues of red and purple and orange that no man can discribe or capture.

The way my son looks at me and says "I love you daddy"

The touch of a loved one during a hard time

the moments in time when you can hear the orchestra in the reeds and grass, listen to the symphany in the wind

opening a book os spirituality(bible, tao te ching, bahgivad gita etc) and eading something that pertains to you in that insatnce

walking and taking the time to see how everything from the wind to the fish in the creek to the dog barking and even you are all connected

more later

What's left to say?

New beginnings

Watching two parents who work together to demonstrate mutual respect and trust in front of their children.

A misty sunrise over an autumn coloured forest.

A moose drinking at water's edge.

The birth of my daughter.

The image in my head of my Gaelic ancestors wading ashore for the first time on Cape Breton Island (this one, of course, is a product of my imagination)


Rory

Finding out that knowledge won't spoil your wonder, it will make it infinitely larger. Having tears in my eyes doing my first readings in fetal neurobiology. Seeing God through the brain of a newborn, which is trillions of minute fibers of hope at the ready.

As to what stirs my soul ...

music, especially Celtic music
poetry or stories with which I can identify
the beauty of the world - the smell of a fresh breeze ...
walking home in the rain - especially when it's a downpour


And as to why I write poetry ...

I write poetry to put the images that come into my head onto paper. Image isn't quite the word, but I don't know how better to describe a thought that for a short time fills my whole being to the very depths of my soul and just begs expression. When I've put something in words, I can evoke that image that drove me to write the poem again whenever I read it. Even if I've lost the words, just remembering them will still bring back the image. And when I share my poetry, I do it with the hope that whoever reads it will either get some part of the image that drove it or will find their own meaning in my words.

~Meryat

Emails and phone calls from someone who is slowly bringing somethign dormant back to life.

its nice.....



my first weekend in almost a month with Logan.

the sun setting on a beautiful , crisp, clean day

Daydreaming