My Musical Life 7-10-26

July 10th, 2026

#12 Everything Is Beautiful (Ray Stevens) 👍🏼

Lyrics:
Jesus loves the little children
All the children of the world
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in his sight
Jesus loves the little children of the world🪄
Everything is beautiful in its own way
Like a starry summer night
On a snow covered winter’s day
And everybody’s beautiful in their own way
Under God’s heaven
The world’s gonna find the way🪄
There is none so blind
As he who will not see
We must not close up minds
We must let our thoughts be free🪄
For every hour that passes by
You know the world gets a little bit older
It’s time to realize that people lies
In the eyes of the beholder🪄
And everything is beautiful in its own way
Like a starry summer night
On a snow covered winter’s day, ah, sing it children
Everybody’s beautiful in their own way
Under God’s heaven
The world’s gonna find a way🪄
We shouldn’t care about the length of his hair
Of the color of his skin
Don’t worry about what shows from without
But the love that lives within🪄
And we’re gonna get old again now
Everything is gonna work out fine
Just take a little time to look on the good side my friend
And straighten it out in your mind🪄
And everything is beautiful in its own way
Like a starry summer night
On a snow covered winter’s day, ah, sing it children
Everybody’s beautiful in their own way
Under God’s heaven
The world’s gonna find a way, one more time🪄
Everything is beautiful in its own way
Like a starry summer night
On a snow covered winter’s day

My Abundant Life 7-10-26

July 10th, 2026

Kitchen Mysticism

“After all, it is those who have a deep and real inner life who are best able to deal with the irritating details of outer life.”

Evelyn Underhill (English Writer; December 6th, 1875 to June 15th, 1941)

“I desperately need to restore harmony in my life, to find balance again between the inner and the outer, the visible and the invisible. The writing doesn’t seem to be coming from me as much as through me, almost in spite of me. Today the strings on this instrument are very taunt. I’ve got to loosen them so that they don’t snap. Maybe you feel the same way. Maybe the pitch of pressure is too high, the tone in your voice too sharp, the decibels of the demands on you deafening.”

“We need to explore the fourth Simple Abundance principle–harmony–most deeply when life is out of tune.”

“Evelyn Underhill, an English mystic and writer of the early twentieth century, believed that women mystics with worldly responsibilities often became ‘visionaries, prophetesses’ because they were able to combine ‘spritual transcendence with great practical ability.’ Be they poets, saints or cooks, they ‘remained all their lives the devout lovers of reality’ while seeking Spirit.”

“I feel my own unfolding and peeling transformation has led me to my own understanding as a goddess and mystic.”


–Ban Breathnach, Sarah. “Simple Abundance: A Daybook of Comfort and Joy”. Grand Central Publishing. (1976). Kindle Page 251 to 252 of 501.

I challenge each of you on this blog series to post comments so we all can grow together.

My Musical Life 7-9-26

July 9th, 2026

#11 Mama Told Me (Not To Come) (Three Dog Night) 👍🏼

Lyrics:
Want some whiskey in your water?
Sugar in your tea?
What’s all these crazy questions they’re askin’ me?
This is the craziest party that could ever be
Don’t turn on the lights ’cause I don’t wanna see🪄
Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
That ain’t the way to have fun, no (uh-uh)🪄
Open up the window, let some air into this room
I think I’m almost chokin’ from the smell of stale perfume
And that cigarette you’re smokin’ ’bout scare me half to death
Open up the window, sucker, let me catch my breath🪄
Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
That ain’t the way to have fun, son
That ain’t the way to have fun, son (oh, yeah!)🪄
The radio is blastin’, someone’s knockin’ at the door
I’m lookin’ at my girlfriend, she’s passed out on the floor
I seen so many things I ain’t never seen before
Don’t know what it is, I don’t wanna see no more🪄
Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
She said, (“That ain’t the way to have fun, son”)
(“That ain’t the way to have fun, no”)🪄
Mama told me, mama told me
Mama told me, told me, told me
Mama told me
Oh, yeah
Mama told me, not to go…🪄
That ain’t the way to have fun, no
That ain’t the way to have fun, son
That ain’t the way to have fun, no (look at you)
That ain’t the way to have fun, son🪄
Listen to mama, listen to me baby
Mama told me, not to go…🪄
That ain’t the way to have fun, no (yeah!)
That ain’t the way to have fun, son (somebody tell ’em)
That ain’t the way to have fun, no (mama)
That ain’t the way to have fun, son

My Abundant Life 7-9-26

July 9th, 2026

Nursery Fare For Children of All Ages

“Animal crackers, and cocoa to drink,

That is the finest of suppers, I think;

When I’m grown up and can have what I please

I think I shall always insist upon these.”

Christopher Morley (American Journalist & Novelist; May 5th, 1890 to March 28th, 1957)

“When you’re cranky and cry easily, when you are so tired that your eyes burn from keeping them open, when you need hugs and someone to pat the top of your head and whisper ‘Shh… There, there…’ and no one is around, you need nursery fare. Nursery foods are the well-loved recipes from childhood that conjure up the happy, innocent moments when all was right with the world because we knew our place in it. The times when, dressed in our flannel pajamas, we sat down for supper before a story and bed…”

“I often wonder how I didn’t become 300# with the neglect was worse as food was soothing. Likely because food was scarce I could rely on that for all my needs.”


–Ban Breathnach, Sarah. “Simple Abundance: A Daybook of Comfort and Joy”. Grand Central Publishing. (1976). Kindle Page 249 to 251 of 501.

I challenge each of you on this blog series to post comments so we all can grow together.

My Musical Life 7-8-26

July 8th, 2026

#10 Band Of Gold (Freda Payne) 👍🏼

Lyrics:
Now that you’re gone
All that’s left is a band of gold
All that’s left of the dreams I hold
Is a band of gold
And the memories of what love could be
If you were still here with me🪄
You took me from the shelter of my mother, I had never known
Or loved any other
We kissed after taking vows
But that night on our honeymoon
We stayed in separate rooms🪄
I wait in the darkness of my lonely room
Filled with sadness, filled with gloom
Hoping soon
That you’ll walk back through that door
And love me like you tried before🪄
Since you’ve been gone
All that’s left is a band of gold
All that’s left of the dreams I hold
Is a band of gold
And the dream of what love could be
If you were still here with me🪄
Oh, don’t you know that I wait
In the darkness of my lonely room
Filled with sadness, filled with gloom
Hoping soon
That you’ll walk back through that door
And love me like you tried before🪄
Since you’ve been gone
All that’s left is a band of gold
All that’s left of the dreams I hold
Is a band of gold
And the dream of what love could be
If you were still here with me🪄
Since you’ve been gone
All that’s left is a band of gold

My Abundant Life 7-8-26

July 8th, 2026

In Search of Soul Food

“Soul food is just what the name implies. It is soulfully cooked food or richly flavored food, good for your ever-loving soul.”

Sheila Ferguson (American Singer & Songwriter; October 8th, 1947)

“In 1900, a Kentucky mountain woman walked fifty miles to seek a place for her granddaughter at Berea College high school. ‘Hit’s a lot worse to be soul-hungry than to be body-hungry.’ she explained.”

“…a legacy clearly steeped in tradition; a way of life that has been handed down from generation to generation.”

Sheila Ferguson (American Singer & Songwriter; October 8th, 1947)

“And while the expression ‘soul food’ is usually used to describe traditional African-American cooking, this emotionally evocative cuisine is color-blind. Real soul food only knows the borders of the heart. Soul food is universal culinary memories, stories, and recipes.”

“When preparing soul food, we can’t cook by the book but rather by instinct, by using our senses.”

“You taste, rather than measure, the seasoning you treasure; and you use your eyes, not a clock to judge when that cherry pie has bubbled sweet and nice. These skills are hard to teach quickly. They must be felt… and come straight from the heart and soul.”

Sheila Ferguson (American Singer & Songwriter; October 8th, 1947)

“This summer, collect soulful recipes, or have someone you love but don’t see very often cook for you. Better still, try taking a personal cooking lesson. You might think you know to make jam cake with caramel icing, but do you?”

“Cooking is the center of our home…as the sous chef, I am so proud to be a part of my husband’s creations. Pure ART!“


–Ban Breathnach, Sarah. “Simple Abundance: A Daybook of Comfort and Joy”. Grand Central Publishing. (1976). Kindle Page 248 to 249 of 501.

I challenge each of you on this blog series to post comments so we all can grow together.