#78 Woman, Woman (Gary Puckett and The Union Gap) ππΌ
Lyrics: Woman Woman Have you got cheating on your mind? On your mind Something’s wrong between us That your laughter cannot hide And you’re afraid to let your eyes meet mine And lately when I love you I know you’re not satisfied Woman Woman Have you got cheating on your mind? On your mind I’ve seen the way men look at you When they think I don’t see And it hurts to have them think that you’re that kind But it’s knowing that you’re looking back That’s really killing me Woman Woman Have you got cheating on your mind? On your mind A woman wears a certain look When she is on the move And a man can always tell what’s on her mind I hate to have to say it But that look’s all over you Woman Woman Have you got cheating on your mind? Oh, woman Woman Have you got cheating on your mind? Oh, woman Oh, ho, woman Have you got cheating on your mind? Oh
“Repose is a quality too many undervalue. …In the clamor one is irresistibly drawn to the woman who sits gracefully relaxed, who keeps her hands still, talks in a low voice and listens with responsive eyes and smiles. She creates a spell around her, charming to the ear, the eye and the mind.”
Good Housekeeping (November 1947)
“We have all met her, that special woman who draws you into her orb with a radiant smile. Her eyes light up as you tell her how you’ve been. She attracts men, women, children, and animals, for her complete attention is soothing and hypnotic. When you walk away from her you feel as if you have been bathed in a beautiful warm light.”
“You have. It’s called Love, and this ancient beauty secret is available to all of us. When we are genuinely interested in others, a graciousness comes over us that is compelling.
“She did not talk to people as if they were strange hard shells she had to crack open to get inside. She talked as if she were already in the shell. In their very shell.”
Marita Bonner (known as: Marieta Bonner) (American Writer, Essayist, and Playwright; June 16th, 1899 ~ December 6th, 1971)
“Would that each of us were such a woman. Would that each of us could become one. We can. …by taking the time to step outside our own sphere to embrace others, we open ourselves up to the power of Spirit. We are suddenly lit up from inside, and this illumination can transform our looks more effectively than any fancy salon beauty makeover.”
Today, as as if you are a woman with repose of the soul. Greet everyone you meet with a warm smile. …don’t rush your encounters. Speak softly. Listen attentively. Act as if every conversation you have is the most important thing on your mind today. Look…your partner in the eyes when they talk to you. …caress the dog. Lavish love on every living being you meet. See how different you feel at the end of the day.”
“Before my story began…” (Heather Houston 3-19-22)
1972 Me…at my Aunt Carrie’s Baby Shower
“I see parts of me in this charismatic space from time to time. I am already very warm and approachable, which lends itself to this space with others. I think I miss it sometimes as I am oblivious. I need to be more intentional about how I engage with others.” (Heather Houston 3-19-22)
“Repose of the soul is what my husband reminds me of everyday. He says I am a sexy hot fun chic and completely irresistible when I don’t hide. I have spent most of my life hiding behind not being lovable or worthy. No longer. UNLEASH THE SNOW LEOPARD!” (Heather Houston 3-19-26)
βBan Breathnach, Sarah. βSimple Abundance: A Daybook of Comfort and Joyβ. Grand Central Publishing. (1976). Kindle Page 85-86 of 501.
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#68 The Fool On The Hill (Sergio Mendes & Brasil ’66) ππΌ
Lyrics: Day after day alone on a hill The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still But nobody wants to know him they can see that he’s just a fool And he never gives an answer but the fool on the hill Sees the sun going down and the eyes in his head See the world… spinning round… Well on the way his head in a cloud The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud But nobody ever hears him or the sounds he appears to make And he never seems to notice but the fool on the hill Sees the sun going down and the eyes in his head See the world… spinning round… But nobody seems to like him They can tell what he wants to do And he never shows his feelings but the fool on the hill Sees the sun going down and the eyes in his head See the world… spinning round…