Another great song by Emerson, Lake & Palmer--From the Beginning

Another great song that found its way into my mind and heart from the moment I first heard it. I loved it from the first and still do--From the Beginning from ELP's Trilogy album released in 1972.

From the Beginning (2015 - Remaster) - YouTube 

From The Beginning

There might have been things I missed

But don't be unkind

It don't mean I'm blind

Perhaps there's a thing or two

I think of lying in bed

I shouldn't have said

But there it is

You see it's all clear

You were meant to be here

From the beginning

Maybe I might have changed

And not been so cruel

Not been such a fool

Whatever was done is done

I just can't recall

It doesn't matter at all

You see it's all clear

You were meant to be here

From the beginning

A great song by Led Zeppelin--Ten Years Gone

Heard this song by Led Zeppelin yesterday on the way to work. The song is Ten Years Gone from their Physical Graffiti album, released in 1975. Seems like only yesterday that I heard it for the first time. An amazing song that brings me back to a time when it was actually ok to acknowledge feelings of regret, love, sadness, melancholy and others in songs. It's harder to do that now for some reason. In any case, I'm posting the lyrics as well. Almost forty years gone since I first heard it.........how the years fly. 

Ten Years Gone    by Led Zeppelin

Then as it was, then again it will be

An' though the course may change sometimes

Rivers always reach the sea

Blind stars of fortune, each have several rays

On the wings of maybe, down in birds of prey

Kind of makes me feel sometimes, didn't have to grow

But as the eagle leaves the nest, it's got so far to go

Changes fill my time, baby, that's alright with me

In the midst I think of you, and how it used to be

Did you ever really need somebody, And really need 'em bad

Did you ever really want somebody, The best love you ever had

Do you ever remember me, baby, did it feel so good

'Cause it was just the first time, And you knew you would

Through the eyes an' I sparkle, Senses growing keen

Taste your love along the way, See your feathers preen

Kind of makes makes me feel sometimes, Didn't have to grow

We are eagles of one nest, The nest is in our soul

Vixen in my dreams, with great surprise to me

Never thought I'd see your face the way it used to be

Oh darlin', oh darlin'

I'm never gonna leave you. I never gonna leave

Holdin' on, ten years gone

Ten years gone, holdin' on, ten years gone

Meeting of minds---a new poem

Meeting of minds

Carving out a niche in time

Each evening when darkness descends

Amidst all the busywork

To meet the masters of yesteryear

Ripples in the collective unconscious

A stirring in the great cerebral hall of fame

A room of one’s own

Awaits those who seek 

Difficult to find

Amidst the many cluttered passages

In the vast house

Remember the path inward

In dreams a path remembered

Door opened in childhood

Leading me inward

Onward toward the masters

Swirling in the mist above

Flying high above grasping hands

Consolation, not alone

A world of minds exists apart

Unknown except to few

Who hold the secret close

To grateful hearts  

A world unlike any other

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Copyright 2014

Paula M. De Angelis

Bird's eye view and mine too

Some different photos from this past week--watching the magpies from my kitchen window congregate on the rooftops and chimney of the buildings across the street. And then watching the incredible cloud formations and the plane that made its way across them. 

Patterns and beauty

I took this photo of a halved red cabbage a while ago, and posted it on a photography blog that was active some years ago. I no longer post to it, but the other day, I received an email telling me that someone had commented on this older photo (see below). It was a very nice comment, telling me that it was 'great that I celebrated the red cabbage'. The commenter went on to tell me that her faith in God had been restored while chopping red cabbage, because of its sheer beauty, and that she was surprised that she had not noticed its beauty before, because here was the proof she needed that God existed. I agree. It is the lovely patterns in the cabbage that amaze me. Beauty in the humblest of things.

So much wild beauty at Rockwood

This past August, when I was driving around in Tarrytown and Sleepy Hollow, I revisited Rockwood Hall State Park, which was simply Rockwood to us when we hung out there as teenagers. The park, which is located in the town of Sleepy Hollow, faces out onto the Hudson River; you can read more about its history here: http://www.nynjtc.org/hike/rockwood-hall-sleepy-hollow. I've written about Rockwood before in this blog, about how beautiful it was many years ago, and how if we just wanted to get away from it all for a few hours, that was the place we drove to so that we could walk and talk, especially during the summers. One of my last hikes through the park before I moved away from Tarrytown was during the early spring, when the grounds and trees were just starting to recover from a cold winter. The park hasn't changed much in all these years; in fact, if anything, it's more overgrown and wilder than it was before. One thing that was new was that there were wooden benches placed here and there for those who want to just sit and rest or read, as I saw one young man doing. But it's the wildness about it that I love--the overgrown bushes and trailing vines, the many trees, the open meadows, the lush greenery, and the gorgeous views of the Hudson River. I met one or two other visitors on my walk, but otherwise I had the park mostly to myself on this sunny August afternoon. I enjoyed being alone on a warm summer day, happy to be outdoors and to be back in a place that meant a lot to me as a teenager. I'm including some photos of Rockwood as it looked in August, as well as a photo collage of Rockwood from over thirty years ago, taken during the month of March.

Hudson River and view of the lovely Palisades

Tappan Zee Bridge in the distance

Remembering my mother on her birthday

Had my mother still been alive, today would have been her 94th birthday. Unfortunately, she passed away in 2001. The cause of death was sepsis, which is not a very uncommon cause of death among elderly people for reasons that are not well-known. My mother had been in very good health until she neared her 78^th year; I can recall only two times in her entire adult life when she was hospitalized, once for a viral infection in her middle ear, and the other for an operation to remove an inflamed appendix. When she was in her late seventies, she began to have problems with her back. She was eventually diagnosed with osteoarthritis of the spine, again, not an unexpected diagnosis for many of the elderly. Having been a great walker for most of her life, my guess is that she looked ahead and did not like what she saw—a future with limited opportunities for walking, perhaps the use of a wheelchair and/or walker—in short, a more restricted life than the one to which she was accustomed. She was independent and stubborn; when she was hospitalized initially for medical tests, she was in good spirits and was sure she would be able to return to her old life. Sadly, that was not the case. She ended up at a care center so that she could undergo physical therapy to get her back on her feet again. For some reason, she became quite stubborn (more so than usual) and refused that help. And that refusal was her undoing. Had she worked at her physical therapy, she might still be alive today. All these many years later, I understand that she simply could not accept the idea that she would be dependent upon anyone or anything, and the idea that she was suddenly infirm did not appeal to her. My mother had no patience for being old, for the various small irritations and physical limitations of old age. She was vehement about not giving in to old age. What is surprising is that she did not understand her role in her own recovery, even when it was explained to her; had she taken the reins and insisted upon therapy, had she done what it took to get better, she might still be alive. But she had no personal experience with chronic or long-term illness, even though she had taken care of my father, who had debilitating heart disease, until his death. Taking care of him had not prepared her for suddenly being afflicted herself. Her two brief hospital stays must have convinced her to get out of the hospital and back home as fast as possible. I understand her at the same time that I question her actions during the last few months of her life. But I accept what happened even though I don’t understand completely what happened.

In the intervening years, there have been other illnesses and deaths--family members and friends alike—and I have had a chance to witness first-hand how these people tackled the illnesses that preceded their deaths. Illness does some surprising things to people. Some of them simply accepted their diagnoses and the accompanying conditions, others fought against them. Those who fought were mostly younger or middle-aged people. I also know older people who have done what it takes to get well, who were assertive about getting back on their feet again; interestingly, they are still with us. I've also known older people who did what they had to do to get well, but death took them anyway. Along the way, I've learned that you simply cannot know how you would think or feel if faced with a similar situation. And until you step into the shoes of a person who is ill (with a terminal diagnosis or long-term illness) you have no real idea of what they’re going through. It’s best to be there for them, to help out, to listen, to advise when asked for advice, to offer hope, to be positive, even if we don't always understand their situation or their response to it. Not much more is asked of us. 

Hot air balloon flying over Oslo

I happened to be looking out my kitchen window late this afternoon, and I saw a hot air balloon straight ahead of me. On closer inspection with my new telephoto zoom camera lens, I saw that it was a commercial balloon advertising the company Steria, an information technology company with headquarters in France. It has operations in many different European countries, including Norway. I took a fair number of photos as it ascended and descended; at one point, as it passed by close to our apartment building, I could actually hear the noise of the hot air as it was vented. The photos I took are somewhat misleading and interesting as a result, as some of them look as though the balloon was actually in contact with an apartment building, a suspended wire of some kind, and a chimney stack. I was pleased that I was able to get some good photos as it passed by us. Here are some of them:

Thinking about waves...........

Thinking about waves this week, must be because I posted my new poem Wave yesterday. The word stays with me. And this song comes to mind---Waves by Mr. Probz. Enjoy........

Wave (a new poem)

In the autumn of her twenty-seventh year

Life took another road

As she remembers it

The darkness of discovery, the shock

The sheer affront of upset

Cast into an arena

From which she would emerge

Years later

Stronger, wiser

But not without those intervening times

That tossed her unprepared

Into a sea of angst

The need to change, how hard

To meet the onslaught of the waves

That threatened drowning at every turn

Labored breathing

Struggling to swim, not knowing how

Alone at sea

Sometimes in dreams

The waves were huge, tsunami-like

Rolling in over sea and land 

Nowhere to run

No land high enough to scramble to

Flooded, smacked flat

Watching from a distance

As the gray wild water roiled

Spitting, angry

Waiting for the wall of water

To roll over all in its path

Alone on land 

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Copyright 2014

Paula M. De Angelis

Four songs by Deep Forest

This is a Deep Forest kind of day for me--I wanted to hear these songs again and to share them with you. They made such an unforgettable impression on me when I first heard them in the 1990s--reaching inside me to grab my heart. Enjoy........


Forest Hymn





The Sound of Africa





Sweet Lullaby





Night Bird

September update

For those of you who may be reading my blog for the first time, I sometimes use my blog to promote the books I've written. I haven't done that in a while, so today's post will be one of those times. I'm the author of two books of poetry and two books about modern workplaces. You'll find all my books here on my Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/PhD-Paula-M.-De-Angelis/e/B002BM8OLW

Thank you for your support and encouragement.

Twenty-seven years ago (a new poem)

Twenty-seven years ago

Wednesday early August

Left New York City for London

British Caledonian night flight

An airline that exists no longer

Her first trip abroad

Landed early morning Thursday

Her hotel on Charlwood Street

1850s building

Charming bed and breakfast

Recommended by student travel guide

Attic room with shower down the hallway

Almost Dickensian

Sunlit dining room on first floor

Her first English breakfast

Served by owners, Italian couple

Pork sausage, collar bacon, tomato, fried egg, toast, and marmalade

Had waited years for that

Anglophile parents leave their mark

English afternoon tea was yet to come

Plans to sightsee London

Friday morning bus tour atop a double-decker

Open upper deck, blue skies and puffy clouds

It mostly rains in Britain she was told

Not so when she was there

Big Ben, Parliament, Westminster Abbey

Tower of London, Tower Bridge, Buckingham Palace

Trafalgar Square and Piccadilly Circus

Then she commenced her walking tour

Through Hyde Park to Oxford Street

And then to Piccadilly Circus, Leicester Square

Fed the pigeons at Trafalgar Square

Like so many other tourists

Heart-touched by that experience

Visited St. Martin in the Field Church

Near Trafalgar Square

With its bookstore in the crypt

And walked to Charing Cross Road

To see for real what she had only pictured

Since seeing 84 Charing Cross Road

With Anne Bancroft and Anthony Hopkins

Down to the Thames River

To Cleopatra’s Needle

Found her way to Strand Street

St. Mary Le Strand Church

Met Kirsten the proprietor, lovely chat, lovely woman

Onward to Covent Garden to see the shops and bookstores

Then Parliament and Big Ben

Westminster Abbey--strange feeling standing on the graves

Of monks who suffered the Black Death

Lunch on the grass in St. James Park

Tomato, cucumber and cheese sandwich on Italian bread

Evening descended, daylight remained

Odeon Cinema in Leicester Square

Timothy Dalton’s Bond--The Living Daylights

Took a London-style black taxi back to Charlwood Street

A tourist in Britain

Early Saturday meet-up at Grosvenor Hotel

Bus tour 20 to Stonehenge, Salisbury and Bath

Twenty-three pounds took her to Salisbury Cathedral

Then on to Stonehenge in Wiltshire

Disappointed—small, too many tourists

Wanted vastness, overwhelming, otherworldly

Last stop Bath in southwest England

Hanging flower arrangements, beautiful

Ancient Roman Baths, ancient history

Thousands of years ago

Ate lunch in nearby restaurant

Lamb, potatoes, carrots and mint sauce, rice pudding for dessert

Back in London late

Took care of hotel reception, answered phones

For owners while they went out

Mutual trust felt safe

They looked out for her

Sunday morning train to Cambridge

From Liverpool Street Station

On her way to Cambridge University

Science conference with colleagues

Lovely ride through English countryside

Met Wynn from London, so kind

Her daughter and granddaughter in Cambridge

They drove her to the university

Lovely people in Britain, her father was right

He spent three wartime years in England

Conference registration at Corn Exchange

Large hall fit for meetings and concerts

Imagined farmers selling corn there

Dormitory room in Wolfson Building, monastic

Bed, desk, chair—little more than that

But more than enough for her

Meals in Trinity College dining hall

Sat at long wooden tables reminding of Oliver Twist

And later Harry Potter

Under the watchful gaze of Henry VIII

Beef in burgundy sauce, excellent wine

Post-dinner visit to Trinity College Pub with colleagues

No problem sleeping afterward

Five-day conference, a setting

No one could forget, ever

Home to brilliance in so many fields

Watson and Crick, Darwin, Hawking, Newton

Among the scientific luminaries

Mind-expanding atmosphere

Morning and evening talks, afternoons free

Pub life after hours, some great dinners and social life

Punting on the river Cam with colleagues

Climbing over a hundred steps in St. Mary’s Church bell tower

To see the city—breathtaking

Walking along the college backs, taking photos

Drinking afternoon tea at an outdoor café

Finally--scones and jam and clotted cream

What she’d dreamed about from early on

A tall blond man from northern Europe

Sat down next to her in St. John’s pub

Talked to her about sitting in churches to find peace

The darkness of the Cambridge streets

Kissed her when he walked her home

Still together

Twenty-seven years later

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Copyright 2014 Paula M. De Angelis

A visit to Duke Farms

Living overseas has its challenges, especially when it comes to visiting New York once a year. I usually make the trip back to my birth country and hometown during the summer months, and there are usually a myriad of places to go and people to see. Since I have limited time in New York, I have to plan how to use that time well. Every moment counts and I don’t want to spend my precious time doing things that are meaningless or that don’t give me joy. So I am together with the people who are dear to me, and I frequent those places that make me happy or that have the potential of doing so. In that way, I can include places I’ve never visited but want to visit in that category. Most of them are in New York State, but some of them are not. This year, on a hot sunny August day, I had the privilege of visiting Duke Farms in Hillsborough New Jersey together with my good friends Stef and John (married thirty-five years this year) who live in Hillsborough. We have talked about visiting Duke Farms together for a few years now; they’ve been there many times. Oddly enough, I lived near that area of New Jersey for four years before I moved to Oslo, but never visited Duke Farms before now. This year we managed a visit, and it was well-worth it, as the following photos will document. I include two links to Duke Farms here so that you can read more about this wonderful place: http://www.dukefarms.org and http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duke_Farms

near entrance to Duke Farms

sycamore allée--Duke Farms

unsure what kind of bird this is

notice the frog sitting on the rock

algae-covered pond in background

the foundation for a mansion that JB Duke never built

dead tree in algae-covered lake

the Great Falls empty into Vista Lake (not much flowing water at the time this photo was taken)

Pride before a Fall

In the wake of your unbridled hubris

Lie the remains of those who sought to serve you

Misguided attempts to appease

The ever-growing monster that you are

When you have sucked dry the bones

Of those about you, what have you left

Where do you begin anew

What is next on your agenda of annihilation

Did you not seek the obliteration of your fellows

To enhance your own self view, pride-gorged

Did you not speak to them with a forked tongue

And wonder why they cursed you silently

How many have sat out into the universe

A curse upon you, a pox on everything you hold dear

Why do you deserve better than those around you

That you ate up and spit out like carrion

You are a monster with a pretty face

That now shows the ravages of time and defeat

You too will suffer scorn at the hands of those

Who come after you

One can only hope

That you suffer as you have made others suffer

That you feel the slings and arrows

Of repudiation and ill will, that you so richly deserve

copyright 2014

Paula M. De Angelis

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A new poem, that will be part of a soon-to-be-published new collection.