Both Sides Now

 

"Both Sides Now"

Rows and flows of angel hair

And ice cream castles in the air

And feather canyons ev'rywhere

I've looked at clouds that way

But now they only block the sun

They rain and snow on ev'ryone

So many things I would have done

But clouds got in my way

I've looked at clouds from both sides now

From up and down, and still somehow

It's cloud illusions I recall

I really don't know clouds at all

Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels

The dizzy dancing way you feel

As ev'ry fairy tale comes real

I've looked at love that way

But now it's just another show

You leave 'em laughing when you go

And if you care, don't let them know

Don't give yourself away

I've looked at love from both sides now

From give and take, and still somehow

It's love's illusions I recall

I really don't know love at all

Tears and fears and feeling proud

To say "I love you" right out loud

Dreams and schemes and circus crowds

I've looked at life that way

But now old friends are acting strange

They shake their heads, they say I've changed

Well something's lost, but something's gained

In living ev'ry day

I've looked at life from both sides now

From win and lose and still somehow

It's life's illusions I recall

I really don't know life at all

I've looked at life from both sides now

From up and down, and still somehow

It's life's illusions I recall

I really don't know life at all

Carl Jackson - The Little Mountain Church

 

STING - FIELD OF GOLD (Extended Remix)

 

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold

So she took her love
For to gaze a while
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me?
Will you be my love?
Upon the fields of barley
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in fields of gold

See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold

I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in fields of gold
We'll walk in fields of gold

Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold

Marmalade — Reflections Of My Life

 

The Youngbloods - Get Together

 

We return to love...

 

We come here with nothing

And we leave with nothing.

From birth to death, everything

is a gift.

Each person that passes our way

friend or foe, each comes with the

gift of learning.

Learning how to love, learning how

to set boundaries and learning how

to let go.

Throughout our journey we develop

grace, empathy and acceptance

and we learn to let go of hate,

as it's too heavy to carry.

Our natural state is love.

We came through love and

we return to love ...

By Serendipity Corner

C.E Coombes for Serendipity Corner

Art via Etsy

Source: Serendipity Corner on Facebook

You’re surviving it.

 

Sometimes survival requires a different set of rules.

When you’re walking through a hard season, you don’t have the same energy, capacity, or emotional bandwidth you once had.

I get it. Every ounce of strength is already being used just to keep moving forward.

That’s why protecting your peace isn’t selfish.

You cannot absorb everyone else’s negativity, expectations, disappointments, and emotional chaos while you’re carrying your own heavy load.

You can’t.

I want you to hear this clearly. In this season, your job isn’t to make everyone comfortable.

Your job is to make it through.

And that’s something.

That’s not small.

That’s not nothing.

If that means saying no more often, stepping back, or choosing rest over responsibility, don’t let anyone tell you that makes you weak.

Or selfish.

You’re not failing this season.

You’re surviving it.

And sometimes that takes everything you have.

From Carol’s Heart

Source: Carol Ensminger on Facebook