Sun Lullaby— At West End Gallery
I am restless. I am athirst for faraway things.
My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance.
O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly, that I am bound in this spot evermore.
–Rabindranath Tagore, The Gardener (1915)
Sunday morning. I am going to keep it simple. Just and image, a few words, and a song. To be honest, I am not sure that I see any of this triad having any connection with one another. I probably could make a case that they do if I wanted to spend enough time weaving a story out of cowpies and hot air.
I am too tired to do that this morning. I am sure that I will be weaving new stories soon enough. I have more than enough cowpies and hot air to share.
I do have to make one observation. Writing that last bit, I noticed that cowpie is such a nicer sounding word than bullshit. Cowpie sounds like something you might buy at an Amish farmstand.
“I tried some of that cowpie and it is yummy!”
Sounds like something you can’t get enough of. You wouldn’t say that with bullshit. With bullshit, you’ve always had your fill and don’t want any more.
Sorry for pointing that out this morning. You probably didn’t need to hear that.
Moving on. If you made it this far, you’ve seen the image of my painting and read the passage from Tagore. Without further ado, here is this week’s Sunday Morning Music. It’s a lovely duet from Irish singers Lisa Hannigan and Loah, who teamed up for a performance of Hannigan’s song, Undertow, that is an absolute favorite of mine. This their version of the Bob Dylan classic, Girl from the North Country, performed at the stately residence of the US Ambassador to Ireland in 2021. as part of a celebration of Dylan’s music on his 80th birthday.
It is delicate and lushly harmonious, just the ticket for a cold, dark Sunday Morning. Makes me feel bad for bringing up cowpies…
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