Scraps: the Sehr Gut Weblog

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Some journaling, some articles and reviews of movies and music. Scraps and ephemera, miscellany, shreds of misplaced thought. This is much easier to maintain than the Sehr Gut Web main page, and is consequently updated much more frequently. Besides that, I always meant to keep a journal . . .

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I am an inveterate writer, and so am becoming an inveterate weblogger as well. Supported weblogs are Scraps, The Random Quill, Tome, Academic Musings, Ergle Street, and Harbour in the Scramble. I also have a personal, unlisted weblog. If you find it, comment to it. I'll email you something. I don't know. I'll think of something interesting. “21 Steps to Becoming a Democrat”, maybe. By the way, I can be reached from the email portal on my web site. Technorati Profile

2004/07/28

   Music has a strange power, there is no doubt. A pied piper is not so far off from reality, I think. I am listening to a Celtic song called "Seacht". I don't know where it gets its strange power, but I find it permeating my mind. It is a physical presence in the air around me, exerting a strong, steady, and pleasant pressure on my head.
   Music has an odd way about it. I was getting ready for church, and sat down to listen to the song. It has me transfixed. It is so relaxing, I can feel my mind letting go of stresses and cares. I don't know how it is working, or why. I don't even understand the Gaelic, so I have no idea what the song is about. ("Seacht" is too common a Gaelic word to find the lyrics of the song online.)
   And the moment is gone. I spoke and was spoken to, and I am released from the spell. Such a strange magic . . . I will definitely listen to this song again.

Crosspost: Scraps and The Random Quill

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