Two Songs, Well Almost

I know it’s been over a week since I’ve written. Linda was here and we attended our first ever War Eagle Mill Craft Weekend and still didn’t make it to all the craft shows in the area. We spent Saturday night with Mindi and her boys Carson and Cole in Fayetteville and attended the early worship “praise” service at First Christian with Mindi. It was a delightful service. We appreciated the wonderful hospitality. When I returned to my campsite, I encountered my first real problem of the stay, no water. My one neighbor explained that a major water leak had shut down the back side of the camp. She helped round up enough hose to cover a football field and helped me hook up to water at the front of the camp.

I finished an instrumental song… no words yet and perhaps it doesn’t need any words. I’ve decided to call it “Healing Waters” after visiting the Blue Spring Heritage Center and gardens, and learning the history of Eureka Springs. I visited there on Tuesday. Words alone cannot describe. I’ll try to remember to put the pictures on my church web site. And I would hope that the song might convey, even without words, the feeling of the place.

My first song, “Time Won’t Wait for Friends” is close to completion. I just need to spend some time on the computer manually correcting my “midi” mistakes. I’m still no musician but I’m finding it easier to play, the more I play. The music is definitely all around me. If I had another month I’m sure I could write several songs now. However, I am having a few technical problems with my computer.

I met an interesting man at the laundry yesterday. He told me a good bit of his life story. It is truly interesting what happens when you simply listen. I even visited his home where he showed me a video of his work with big cats, you know lions and tigers and more, oh my! We then went out to the game reserve he founded. The rain chased us back inside before we could complete the tour. I suppose our meeting was another one of those “God” things. We just happened to cross paths at the laundry. I wish I had met him sooner in my stay here. Hopefully, if the weather clears, I will visit with him again before I leave. He would like to show me a place he describes as a “Holy Place”.

Grace and peace with a song in my heart,
SongWriter