Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Idée d’jour

Art is the only way to run away without leaving home.
– Twyla Tharp

Saturday, September 26, 2015

Idée d’jour

Beauty is in the heart of the beholder.
– Al Bernstein

Friday, September 25, 2015

Idée d’jour

All it takes is one good person to restore hope!
– Pope Francis (via Mutts)

Thursday, September 24, 2015

Idée d’jour

We seem to think that we can substitute an irreplaceable and irretrievable beauty for something which we have created ourselves
Pope Francis (see today's Mutts)

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Idée d’jour

Nature is filled with words of love, but how can we listen to them amid constant noise?
– Pope Francis (via Mutts)

Monday, September 21, 2015

Idée d’jour

Rather than a problem to be solved, the world is a joyful mystery to be contemplated with gladness and praise
– Pope Francis (via today's Mutts Cartoon)

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Idée d’jour

Maybe everything we've ever done has been for love.
– Byron Katie

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Idée d’jour

Sixty minutes of thinking of any kind is bound to lead to confusion and unhappiness.
— James Thurber

Buddha couldn't've said it better!

Friday, September 11, 2015

Idée d’jour

A straw vote only shows which way the hot air blows.
– O. Henry, short-story writer (11 Sep 1862-1910)

I think this also applies to recent polls which suggest a certain blow-hard is trending ever upward.

Monday, September 07, 2015

Recipient of Honored Giveaway

I was given this blanket by the Honored Veteran at the Oakerhater Honor Dance, Sat, Sept 7.

A photo posted by James Collins (@jacsongs) on

I have attended the annual David Pendleton Oakerhater Honor dance for over a decade. This dance takes place at the Whirlwind Mission in Watonga, OK. This is the only Honor Dance which includes a Christian Eucharist (communion). I have been music leader for most of those years, and have lead music for the Vacation Bible School our church sponsors.

I had a neat experience at the Honor Dance. One of the special dances was for the Honored Veteran. His name is John - served in the Airborne with my acquaintance Malcolm Whitebird (he recognizes me, but doesn't know my name). Those honored are expected to do a giveaway. I helped unload their van - boxes and plastic crates filled with blankets and shawls. Once all was set up, my friends Kent and Blue stood beside Malcolm and John.

They had given a shawl to the bishop's wife and several blankets out. They had a few left. It seemed they were conferring on who else should receive a blanket. Malcolm was talking with Kent and Blue; I could see his hand move as if strumming a guitar. Seconds later, my name was called.