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FEEL THE PEACE

A Christmas lesson.

7 Responses to “FEEL THE PEACE”

  1. Doug Says:

    I am posting on the run, I love this precious “Feel The Peace” video. I am feeling in and as a matter of fact, I am feeling it so much that I need to re-post what I posted on brodda Barn’s Blog.

    “On this blessed day I am wishing everyone here: The HEARTS of family and friends. … I wish for more LOVE & JOY in those hearts and PEACE in dem souls during these blessed days to come. …. Thank you so much to ONE and ALL! Special wishes to the Anderson Family; Coppola family!!

  2. The Barn Says:

    All my best to all…

  3. Anna Says:

    Peace and Joy is the greatest gift one can get.

    J-Jesus O-Others & Y-You….

    Joy to the World….and a Peaceful child…

  4. Roberta Says:

    WOW! You have roses blooming outside at Christmas- No wonder Willy prefers to stay in LA. All the beautiful roses. Peace back at ya’ll.
    :-)

  5. northrop Says:

    I felt the peace looking at Dexter, he was very sleepy. It is healthy to slow down and just look around you. No place better to do that than California, the most beautiful state I’ve lived in so far.

    Cant wait to come back and see you all. It’s funny, I am homesick for LA while I am “home” in NJ. I spoke with Kate about this briefly, she says LA is my home now. Am I an Angelino finally? Maybe.

  6. The Barn Says:

    Like Jim Morrison put it…”Livin in a Hollywood bungalo.” Yes Northrop. You are an Angelino now, but it comes with a perk. You get to keep your NJ citizenship. Kinda like how the Nation of Isreal works it. Now we have a situation though. Your on the “Everyone Boat”. So…Where is your home? EVERYWHERE!
    Be well,

  7. Dugsy Says:

    If I were capable of riding the (golden) rails; that’s what I’d do. Family and ALL! Call me, Citizen Hobo & his family. Why? There is beauty EVERYWHERE! Brodda, be so right! We’re in the ole’ man’s Everyone Boat, I state this with much pride.

    Every place has its pros and cons – And so…with all that I wondered, the insightful comments that I have read, and thanks to my fellow New Jerseyan as well as my fellow Everyone Boaters, I need to thank you and share this poem entitled,

    I Am Waiting

    Primary source: Lawrence Ferlinghetti, “I Am Waiting,” poem, 1958.
    Caption: One of the beat poets, Ferlinghetti captures an alternative perspective on life in postwar America in this poem.

    I am waiting for my case to come up
    and I am waiting
    for a rebirth of wonder
    and I am waiting for someone
    to really discover America
    and wail
    and I am waiting
    for the discovery
    of a new symbolic western frontier
    and I am waiting
    for the American Eagle
    to really spread its wings
    and straighten up and fly right
    and I am waiting
    for the Age of Anxiety
    to drop dead
    and I am waiting
    for the war to be fought
    which will make the world safe
    for anarchy
    and I am waiting
    for the final withering away
    of all governments
    and I am perpetually awaiting
    a rebirth of wonder. . .

    and I am waiting
    for them to prove
    that God is really American
    and I am seriously waiting
    for Billy Graham and Elvis Presley
    to exchange roles seriously
    and I am waiting
    to see God on television
    piped onto church altars
    if only they can find
    the right channel
    to tune in on. . .
    and I am perpetually awaiting
    a rebirth of wonder. . .

    and I am waiting
    for the human crowd
    to wander off a cliff somewhere
    clutching its atomic umbrella. . .

    and I am waiting
    for a reconstructed Mayflower
    to reach America
    with its picture story and tv rights
    sold in advance to the natives . . .

    and I am waiting
    for Ole Man River
    to just stop rolling along
    past the country club
    and I am waiting
    for the deepest South
    to just stop Reconstructing itself
    in its own image
    and I am waiting
    for a sweet desegregated chariot
    to swing low. . .
    and I am perpetually awaiting
    a rebirth of wonder. . .