mus·ing /ˈmyo͞oziNG/

Not very often is a song from a dream remembered. On this occasion, as a first thing on realizing I was in a dream, I made it a duty to immediately try to play the melodic tune at a very least and to pen it down (on a diatonic scale, in tonic sol-fa notation). It seems like a-three-beats (perhaps four-beats) per bar. I suppose the tonic " do " may be a " movable do ". When played, the  A-flat  rooted scale sounded most familiar to what I heard in my dreams. Although it sounds familiar, there is a perception of something new about it which I'm yet to grab a hold on. Ha, the words! Those escaped me. I thought I had some of it. Perhaps my concentration on ensuring I had the tunes down made them slip. m s l s m      C, E-flat, F, E-flat, C      r m r d         B-flat, C, B-flat, A-flat       m s l s m      C, E-flat, F, E-flat, C      m r m r        C, B-flat, ...

Courtesy - https://www.pexels.com/search/city/ It is technically almost a year since moving to a new city and a new state after a long time of being in Baltimore (Bal'more as fondly called), Maryland. It may almost seem natural to initially be skeptical -- the apprehension; the uncertainties; the subliminal but yet prevailing culture into which one is being teleport-ed; the spoken and unspoken rules; the self organizing groups, clicks, or cohorts; the politics, etc. of a new work environment and of a place to be called home. Standing at an almost one year anniversary and looking back, there are no regrets but gratitude for the great friends made and a community so glad to be a part of. Truly, He's got... many people in this city . 10 For I am with you, and no one is going to attack and harm you, because I have many people in this city.”                                         ...

"For the earth shall be filled with the knowledge of the  glory of the Lord as the waters cover the sea..."    - Habakkuk 2:14 (KJV) For many other graduating high school seniors, that was just a song. For me, it maybe wasn't. It was much more. I may try to go as far back as possible to where it'd began - where the pursuit of purpose began; to when as a little kid I'd first thought I would be a grand art master, an engineer, a scientist, a medical doctor, or the thought of being them all. For me, the day (termed "send-forth" as opposed to "send-off" day) we sang that as a song, one which I've not stopped singing, was the day I think I got a clearer sense of purpose. Those words, in particular, still play on my mind and in my thought like I just heard them -- like an audio track set to auto-repeat. Un-fallen off my lips, I murmur to myself time and again. My sight, I suppose, since that day, was tuned to seeking the glory of the Lord....

Year after year it comes Month on month we anticipate Day after day we wait The seasons declare it here As the weather does Its joy pervades And the gleeful fanfare deny it not With grandeur we celebrate Unaware, its essence slips Though its purpose eternally sealed Matt 1:18-24, Luke 1:26-2:20, Isaiah 9:6

[Dedicated to the memories of kids that did not live to their fifth birthday and to the many care-givers that did all they could to care for them.] For days she’d been here Incarcerated to a reformatory not bargained By the cold hands of an infirmity That wouldn’t let go. In agony I watched her Drowning in her own waters. Life was stealthily taking a leave As it could no longer be contained. She clenches to the thread of strength Holding her frail and feeble body. My libations to appease rebuffed, Incapably I stared. To a plea I resorted; “It’s only a while you’ve been here. Remember the sweetly voices of angels in damsels skin. And, the thundering beats of strong men Heralding your arrival.” I struggled so hard not to, But to no avail, A warm laden tear trickled; Contradicting the believe that we don't cry. Rhetorically, I asked why? And to the realms of comprehension I peered. But, more questions I got Than I sought to know. circa 2003

Fresh, local champs, simple and pristine kids were we when we boarded. It was in the year of our Lord, and it was the fourteenth day of the fourth month. Then, our ship did set sail after a much protracted delay and many months behind its scheduled departure date. “It's a sea fever”, someone said. “No! It’s the heat on board”, replied another. Whatever it was, many didn’t make it past the first 365 nautical miles - a year gone and we were yet at sea. We did spend many months at the “Municipal bay”. Thereafter, we headed for the battle for survival of the fittest. At that time, all else made no meaning. All we thought of was surviving. Life was triangular and predictable. Sleep, wake, and gaze at the endless pages of books were the order of the day. Then came the battle at the canal of Meghan-Bolt (MBI) - between the Red sea and the Mediterranean, an extension of the Atlantic. Not too many survivors made it through. After that, we lost count of time. It was better facing life as...

11      You crown the year with Your goodness,      And Your paths drip with abundance. 12      They drop on the pastures of the wilderness,      And the little hills rejoice on every side. 13      The pastures are clothed with flocks;      The valleys also are covered with grain;      They shout for joy, they also sing. -Psalm 65:11-13