As Long as We’re Together

We’re a thousand miles from comfort, we have traveled land and sea
But as long as you are with me, there’s no place I’d rather be
I would wait forever, exalted in the scene
As long as I am with you, my heart continues to beat

We staked out on a mission to find our inner peace
Make it everlasting so nothing’s incomplete
It’s easy being with you, sacred simplicity
As long as we’re together, there’s no place I’d rather be
– Clean Bandit, “Rather Be”

Mount Rokko, near Kobe, Japan

I’d Rather Be…


Kermit the Frog Sings About Being Green

It’s not that easy being green;
Having to spend each day the color of the leaves.


When I think it could be nicer being red, or yellow or gold-
or something much more colorful like that.


It’s not easy being green.
It seems you blend in with so many other ordinary things.


And people tend to pass you over ’cause you’re not standing out like flashy sparkles in the water-
or stars in the sky.


But green’s the color of Spring.
And green can be cool and friendly-like.
And green can be big like the ocean, or important like a mountain, or tall like a tree.


When green is all there is to be
It could make you wonder why, but why wonder?
Why Wonder, I am green and it’ll do fine, it’s beautiful!
And I think it’s what I want to be.
– Kermit the Frog, “It’s Not Easy Being Green” (watch the video here.)

Prompts: It IS Easy Being Green! Acceptance

The Music Or The Format?

It’s not just your grandpa’s music on vinyl records today.


And Spotify is not solely for millennials either.


To me listening to good music, new or old, in any format be it analog or digital, is a way to refresh the soul. It reconnects us to our memories, as well as to emotions conveyed by others. Is there a tinge of Nostalgia? Perhaps there is in any kind of musical experience.

Music and Feelings are Analog


When needle touches groove it is happiness
In bubbles of liquid notes
Floating in the air

Songs of lost love and regret
The laughter and anger of youth
Pulling at your heart

The genius of a piano player’s touch
Both strong and gentle on the keyboard
A dance tune tickling your sole

Vibrations of brass from saxophones
Making the hairs on your skin quiver
From half a century ago

The singer whispering in your ear
Late at night
Her moist lips wetting your neck.

Pure Analog