Ah the joys of technology!Me: sitting in the inner bowels of the mall.
George: sitting in the lovely cleveland OH park
What brings us together? Skype, airport and WiFi. What's not to like?
Note to self - plug in headphones first next time before "dialing". Now to figure out the whole RSS thing. Hey - no one may subscribe to me, but at least they have the option of doing so or not.
But getting back to the whole WiFi thing for a moment. It may be that George and I never meet face to face but I enjoy his website. How wonderful a moment in time though that we can communicate either in writing, via email or by chat live or not, and as we did this time via Skype. That I can do so means I can communicate easily, cheaply and quickly with people around the world. If we have the broadband we can even see each other face to face.
The world has some serious issues, as evidenced by today's terrorist attacks in London, but on a human to human basis, we have only to take the time and make the effort. Trying to communicate and understand will always be better than not doing so.
I've had this song stuck in my head, so I thought I'd pass it along to your head too.Thanksgiving EveIt’s so easy to dream of the days gone by
It's a hard thing to think of the times to come
But the grace to accept every moment as a gift
Is a gift that is given to some.
What can you do with your days but work and hope?
Let your dreams bind your work to your play.
What can you do with each moment of your life
but love til you’ve loved it away
Love til you’ve loved it away.
There’s sorrow enough for the whole world’s end
There are no guarantees but the grave.
And the life that I live & the time I have spent
are a treasure too precious to save.
What can you do with your days but work and hope?
Let your dreams bind your work to your play.
What can you do with each moment of your life
but love til you’ve loved it away?
Love til you’ve loved it away.
-- Bob Franke
OK, so while rummaging around I found out that some people title this song "The Thanksgiving Song". Just the folk process in action folks. But even more interesting, I found out that Bob Franke wrote this other song, "The Great Storm is Over" which I thought to be much older. The chorus to that song:Alleluia, the great storm is over, lift up your wings and fly!
really makes you think you could lift up your wings and flyLearn more about Bob Frank here. To hear or get Thanksgiving Eve, go here.