Walking. Albuquerque.
St. Francis of Assisi Feast Day.
Lite a Flame (The Animal Rights Song) – Laura Nyro
Cheetah – Pinkfong
Two Tigers (Liang Zhi Lao Hu) – The Shanghai Restoration Project
Crabby Crab – Jules!
Tiger, Tiger, Orange and Black – Kids Now
The Sloth – Flanders & Swann
Toucan – Cadenza
Flamingo -Kero Kero Bonito
Tiger Rag – Pete Fountain
Lezonkomo (Praise the Cows & Bulls) – Ladysmith Black Mambazo
Baby Elephant Walk – Quincy Jones
Le Carnaval des Animaux: Le Cygne – C Austin Miles, William Leonard George & Dino Kartsonakis
Five Little Monkeys – Sharon, Lois & Bram
To the Last Whale – Crosby & Nash
Five Little Ducks – Gracie’s Corner
The Four Legged Ones – Joanne Shenandoah
Giraffe – Boots and Cats
Sea Turtle – Hermanito
Carnival of the Animals: VI. Kangaroos – Isata Kanneh-Mason & Konya Kanneh-Mason
Fly Like An Eagle – The Neville Brothers
Faces the Blizzard (Buffalo Honor Song) – Jack Gladstone
Baby Beluga – Raffi
Mbube (The Lion Sleeps Tonight) – Ladysmith Black Mambazo
Warthog Rhapsody- Nathan Lane & Ernie Sabella
Kangaroo – Remi Wolf
Kangaroo – The Big Wu
Carnival of the Animals: I. Introduction and Royal March of the Lion – Isata Kanneh-Mason, Jeneba Kanneh-Mason, Braimah Kanneh-Mason, Ayla Sahin, Timothy Ridout, Sheku Kanneh-Mason & Toby Hughes
Red-Tailed Hawks – R. Carlos Nakai
All God’s Critters – John McCutcheon
Prayer of St. Francis – Sarah McLachlan
Tag Archives: journey
04 October 2024
Filed under Exercise, Music, New Mexico, playlist
AdventWord 2022 – December 16 – #traveler
I traveled to my son and daughter-in-love’s home to see my granddaughter.
There I, the traveler, enjoyed coffee in a cup celebrating another traveler.
In person.
In our mind.
In our heart.
In our soul.
In solidarity with a fictional character (or is he?).
Travel comes in many forms.
And in every form, those who make the journey are travelers.
And in some cases, coffee makes it better.
Photo: 2 April 2022, North East, Maryland
2 Dec #Journey #AdventWord 2018
The Advent devotional project, #AdventWord is offered by the Society of St John the Evangelist. Each day a word is provided and participants are invited to share images and/or reflections and to use hashtags so our reflections may be included in an Advent Calendar with others from around the world.
And love remains
To the grave from the cradle
we crawl,
we walk,
run, roll, dance,
strut, stagger, and shuffle
until we can move no more
and we are welcomed home
and love remains.
8 March 2018
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
#Journey #AdventWord
The Advent devotional project, #AdventWord is offered by the Society of St John the Evangelist. Each day a word is provided and participants are invited to share images and/or reflections and to use hashtags so our reflections may be included in an Advent Calendar with others from around the world.
Lent 2017, day 27
“This is ‘persistent journey’ talk, not ‘final destination/quick solution’ talk.”
Robert Wilson-Black
Lenten Reflections on the Confession of Belhar
God grant us strength for the journey.
This Lenten season I am using a new resource to explore the Belhar Confession: Lenten Reflections on the Confession of Belhar, edited by Kerri N. Allen and Donald K. McKim. The Presbyterian Church (U.S.A.), in which I serve as a teaching elder (pastor), added the Confession of Belhar to our Book of Confessions in 2016. This confession came from the Dutch Reformed Mission Church during its historic struggle against apartheid in South Africa.
See you along the Trail.
Filed under Antiracism, Books, Lent, Presbyterian Church (U.S.A.)
Home
This originally appeared on Facebook as a response to a friend who asked:
What is home? How do you create a sense of home inside you?
After some reflection, I respond:
Home is the place where I belong, truly belong. I may find myself belonging in several places: Pittsburgh, where I grew up; Cleveland Heights where my wife lives and my children grew up; New York, where I live now. But home is the place (and it is not on that list) where my sense of belonging is strongest and most clear. It is the place I yearn for in times of stress and sorrow; it is the place that feeds my spirit and my soul even when I am not there. For me, I knew it was home the first time I arrived there.
Home are the people, past and present, who nurture and mentor me; challenge and infuriate me; love me.
Home is the place that awaits me.
Home is the journey. It is the Trail, in the language of this blog.
Home is a gift.
How would you answer?
See you along the Trail.
Without knowing
Without knowing
We host angels
Without knowing
We visit angels
Without knowing
We encounter angels
Without knowing
We journey with angels
Without knowing
We share life with angels
As we host
Visit
Encounter
Journey
Share
May our knowing grow
Along the Graybeard Trail 