'Til crumbling buildings fall
And they'll fall
They'll start to shake and sway
As ground beneath gives weight
Any day
We all gotta love somebody
Somebody
Let nobody hold us down
Love is love
Love is love
Love is love (‘Love Is Love/Dani Buncher/Scott Simons/TeamMate)***
Chilly, at least for an Ex-Angelino, the wind gusting to 30 mph, a dreary and dull 56 degrees, the rain blowing horizontally, huge drops bouncing against, bands of teeny tiny spickets creating a waterfall effect, all aiming in infinite directions but somehow all eventually finding our windows and porches, sounding as if there was a Battle of the Bands taking place in our backyard. Of course, I worried about the family of Turkeys the Chipmunks and Squirrels who have been feasting on the birdseed, Joe has placed in the four Bird Feeders, knowing that THEY actually ARE prepared for the moods of Mother Nature much better than their human counterparts; but the bleak format presented on this Tuesday, October 5, 2021, with seemingly behemoth clouds in a spectrum of white to gray to black, and the tall pine trees flexing and yawning, and out Birch trees fanned out like the feathers of a Peacock, minus the hues of blues and purple, made me wonder, how prepared are they REALLY!
I felt unable, on this day to actually read the news of the world. I could have easily grasped my phone, scrolled the way too many news sights from which I perseverate, and ponder, regarding the idiots, the politicians who prey on the idiots, the hypocrites who act like idiots, and the dirge of wanna be God-like clergy who love inciting faux religious doctrine having the idiots remain idiots in hopes of somehow having their God reward them. I mean the doom and gloom outside were actually begging me to find a cave, dark and dank, huddle inside with just enough light from a fire made of crappy tinder and fret, worry, and grow weary that THE BAD GUY SEEMS TO BE WINNING ALL THE TIME!
But, INSTEAD, my INNER VOICE, the one which usually stands aside as my OUTER VOICE demands attention, grabbed my conscience, and said, play the songs which can bring hope and promise, watch the wicked weather roam outside, but inside, make peace with the day, and chase the awful away with LOVE. So, I did, and the lyrics which are the prelude to my BLOG were written by my daughter, Dani and my unofficially adopted son, Scott, both of the musical group called TEAMMATE. And the best I can consider today is to never forget that EVIL LIVES, but GOOD can also survive! *** (A Pitch to Listen to the music of TeamMate)
