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 |  Look around. Let Nature nurture your Soul. I record images I sense and share them here. |
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NURTURE your NATURE  Nature can nurture our writing, can nurture our soul. What is the language of Nature? And how do we learn it? We look at the natural wonders around us and do not see them, hear, taste nor smell them. They do not touch us anymore than we dare touch them. And then we wonder why we feel so dead. To breathe in and live like a child again opens the Land of Wonderment. It's still there after all these years.   |
| Four Strong Winds 🇨🇦 Ian & Sylvia I grew up on the Canadian border and listened to CFRB and CHCH. I also spent one summer living there. This song hails from my teenage years. It tells a story that resonated with my inner longing... still does. Odd how some songs speak to what one can't even voice. Years later I lived in the open plains and have resided in Montana, just south of Alberta, for 14 years. It reminds me most of Kansas, though, where I fled and where eventually I had to leave and move on. Lyrics (written 1963} Four strong winds that blow lonely Seven seas that run high All those things that don't change, come what may But our good times are all gone And I'm bound for moving on I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way Think I'll go out to Alberta Weather's good there in the fall I got some friends that I can go to working for Still I wish you'd change your mind If I asked you one more time But we've been through that a hundred times or more Four strong winds that blow lonely Seven seas that run high All those things that don't change, come what may But our good times are all gone And I'm bound for moving on I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way If I get there before the snow flies And if things are goin' good You could meet me if I sent you down the fare But by then it would be winter There ain't too much for you to do And those winds sure can blow cold way out there Four strong winds that blow lonely Seven seas that run high All those things that don't change, come what may But our good times are all gone And I'm bound for moving on I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way Songwriter: Ian Tyson (1933-2022) |
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