My Musical Life 6-19-26

June 19th, 2026

#79 Games People Play (Joe South) πŸ‘πŸΌ

Lyrics:
Hmm la-da da da da da da da
La-da da da da da de
La-da da da da da da da
La-da da da da da da daπŸͺ„
Oh the games people play now
Every night and every day now
Never meaning what they say now
Never saying what they meanπŸͺ„
And they wile away the hours
In their ivory towers
Till they’re covered up with flowers
In the back of a black limousine whoaπŸͺ„
La-da da da da da da da
La-da da da da da de
Talking ’bout you and me
And the games people playπŸͺ„
Oh we make one another cry
Break a heart then we say goodbye
Cross our hearts and we hope to die
That the other was to blame whoaπŸͺ„
Neither one will give in
So we gaze at our eight by ten
Thinking ’bout the things that might have been
And it’s a dirty rotten shame whoaπŸͺ„
La-da da da da da da da
La-da da da da da de
Talking ’bout you and me
And the games people play nowπŸͺ„
Oh yeah
All right
Oh yeah
Come onπŸͺ„
Oh
Come againπŸͺ„
People walking up to ya
Singing glory Hallelujah
And they’re tryin’ to sock it to you
In the name of the LordπŸͺ„
They’re gonna teach you how to meditate
Read your horoscope, cheat your fate
And further more to hell with hate
Come on and get on board whoahπŸͺ„
La-da da da da da da da
La-da da da da da de
Talking ’bout you and me
And the games people play
Now wait a minuteπŸͺ„
Look around tell me what you see
What’s happening to you and me
God grant me the serenity
To just remember who I am whoahπŸͺ„
‘Cause you’ve given up your sanity
For your pride and your vanity
Turn your back on humanity
Oh and you don’t give a da da da da daπŸͺ„
La-da da da da da da da
La-da da da da da de
I keep talking ’bout you and me baby
And the games people play now lalaπŸͺ„
La-da da da da da da da
La-da da da da da de
I keep talking ’bout you and me
Oh and the games people play
I wonder can you come now, playπŸͺ„
Talking ’bout you and me oh
And the games people play now

My Abundant Life 6-19-26

June 19th, 2026

Onward and Upward in the Garden

“Gardening is an instrument of grace.”

May Sarton (Belgian-American Novelist & Poet; May 3rd, 1912 to July 16th, 1995)

“To my mind, there are two types of lady gardeners. There are those extraordinary women who not only know every flower, but know every flower by its Latin name. These women look as beautiful as the flora they nurture, gardening in wide-brimmed straw hats and pearls, trailing chiffon, and wearing Ferragamo shoes. They keep meticulous gardening journals, plt plant placements on graph paper, and never break into a sweat when wielding a trowel and a spade. Katherine White belonged to this gardening genius.”

“‘Grunge’ accurately describes the other group. We are always hot, smelly, and sweaty in the garden, boasting not so much a green thumb as dirty fingernails because we forgot where we put our gardening gloves. We speak of ‘that little yellow flower’ and point.”

“Gardening has become an unexpected instrument of grace, for I’ve discovered hours of inner peace on my knees, digging in the dirt. Here is the one place I don’t think about work or worry about whatever it is that I can’t control. The complete absorption, the sacrament of the present moment I experience when planting or weeding brings exquisite contentment. My mind is stilled and my heart expands. Now I know why the Great Creator intended for women to flourish in a garden. So much for second-guessing the wisdom of Spirit.”

“I miss having a garden. It is something that brings me peace and contentment.”


–Ban Breathnach, Sarah. β€œSimple Abundance: A Daybook of Comfort and Joy”. Grand Central Publishing. (1976). Kindle Page 217 to 218 of 501.

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