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It rained that day
And each drop that fell to the ground
Was like the ticking of a clock
As each touched the ground
My love for you grew
And as time passed that day
While the rain fell
Just for that moment
There was nobody in the world but us
And the rain subsided
It reminded me it was time to move on
Our life together
Looking for another rain
In another place
With many more adventures ahead

Not so long ago, I couldn’t imagine you at fifty.
Now, I can’t imagine my life without the journey that’s brought us here together.

Your spirit defies the number of years you’ve been here.
Your eyes project the soul of one who’s grown, yet somehow captured youth by it’s tail.

No matter where you go, you bring warmth, love and the strength of earth.
A spirit that keeps those around you in love with the possibility of what might yet be,
Rather than the reality of what has been.

I’ve been thinking about this moment for years,
And can only tell you how happy I am to be the one to share it with you the way no one else can.

Thank you for choosing me to share in your journey.

It’s been awhile since I’ve checked in on John Boswell’s Symphony of Science project, so I was hoping to find something new. Not only did I find, “The Case for Mars,” but a significantly improved website design.

Help John continue making music and further his mission to “spread scientific knowledge and philosophy through musical remixes,” and make a donation. through PayPal.

You gave me the permission to see things my way and follow the paths from which those visions emerged. There are very few people in this world who have experienced the support, love and encouragement you have given me. Because of you, I found the courage to make my way in this world without apology and without regret. As I look forward, you will always be in my sights, and in my heart.

Happy Mother’s Day. I wish I was there to share it with you.

You have been, and continue to be
A rock in times of instability
A warm heart when the cold sets in
Shelter when it rains
An open mind in times of question
A smile in times of sadness,

Mother, wife and friend.

You are our joy, our hope and our love.

One

It’s only ink on paper
A momentary thought
A letter to myself
Something to remind me

In a flash, there’s nothing more
That ink on paper
You can see right through it
It’s not a memory
But a reminder of what has passed
And what has yet to come

A photograph
A flash of light
A slice of time
Something to remind me

In a blink, there’s nothing more
That photograph
You can see right through it
It’s not a memory
But a reminder of what has passed
And what has yet to come

Two

We make our ghosts along the way
Then hide them in a cardboard box
Away from today
Bound for tomorrow

This box is filled with
Promises lost
Promises found
Promises kept
Promises bound
And a promise for tomorrow

This box is filled with dust
Only ink on paper
Only a photograph
These aren’t memories
But a reminder of what has passed
And what has yet to come

Open it wide and let them out
The promises of tomorrow are buried deep
Beneath the dust that clouds our memories
Robs us of our celebration
Of ghosts we’ve never known
And those who’ve yet to come

Three

These ghosts are mine
These ghosts are yours
We’ve known them for a moment
And we’ve known them for a lifetime

They make us who we are
And who we will become
Together

Our ghosts
They dance among us
They point us down a dusty path
To the left from which we came
And to the right for which we’ll go

Our ghosts are all we’ve been
And all that’s yet to come
Dance with joy
Keep them near
To remind us

To help us with our tears
And our smiles
But mostly with the life we have before us
These ghosts are mine
And yours
And ours
Open the box and let them free

A word
A picture
A card
These are not our memories

Let out ghosts run free
So we can be among them

And dance
And cry
And sing
And explore the world in front of us

Together.

Late last year I received an wonderful and unexpectedly early birthday present from Sandy, a hammered dulcimer. One of the reasons this was such a special present is that, while I have always wanted to learn how to play one, I rarely talked about it. So it came as quite a surprise when the mystery detour we took on the way to meet some friends landed us a complete stranger’s house, enquiring about the Green River hammered dulcimer he had for sale. I fell in love with it immediately, the price was right and we were back on the road in less than 30 minutes – my back seat loaded up with the promise of this beautiful instrument.

As beautiful as it was, we knew it needed a little work to get it into playing condition. Since I know very little about hammered dulcimers, I had no idea where to start. Well, after a couple months of research, I have located a source for strings and parts and badly needed guidance and should have it tuned up and ready to play in a week or so.

I can’t wait. Thank you again, sweetie for this little bit of magic in my life. I will treasure it forever.

“The Poetry of Reality (An Anthem for Science)” is the most recent release from John Boswell’s Symphony of Science project. This may be my favorite since “A Glorious Dawn.” Hope you enjoy.

If you enjoy John’s work, or his mission to “spread scientific knowledge and philosophy through musical remixes,” please make a donation of any amount to the project.

So if my aging memory serves me, it was 23 years ago today Sandy and I celebrated our first Valentine’s Day together. We had only been dating a couple of weeks, so of course we planned the most romantic evening possible.

I made dinner for her at my apartment, lamb to be exact. Then, all dressed up, we headed out to see Sam Kinison. You read that right, Sam Kinison on our first big date. What were we thinking, right?

Let’s just say, I guess we were made for each other, because 23 years later, we look at this clip and fall in love all over again. I hear ya saying, “that just aint right,” and for most, it would have been a whole lotta wrong. But something happened that night keeps happening over and over, no matter sort of “that just aint right” we stumble into now and again. We fell in love.

Now, here’s one of the most memorable bits from the show. I am warning you right now, this clip is NOT safe for work, family or any beast under 18. In fact, do yourself a favor and just don’t watch it. It’s just too romantic for words.

Happy Valentine’s Day, Sandy. You redefine the word love for me every day.

And thanks for that night, Sam. I know wherever you are, the joke was on you – just the way you intended it.