Where trouble melts like lemon drops...

Pot of Gold:
Driving a truck on a gravely old road—tires spinning in 4 wheel drive—on a warmish fall day is exhilarating. Pressing forward over the crest of a hill through a little rain and fog—visibility diminished to only a few hundred feet—is mysterious. To turn onto the smooth newly-paved surface of a downward slope and be confronted by a harvested field—adorned with the light of a full rainbow, tip to tip—is joy. Such is a Berkshires moment in late October as experienced by a middle-aged man driving like a teen-age boy down a country road in search of nothing and happening upon something (it's a metaphor, yeah?)...

There is so much exhilaration, mystery, and joy in each day that contrast the shadowy elements. I am not sure what the lesson is for me today—or my purpose—beyond sharing the feel-good emotion I have deep in my core. So, on this Sunday I offer up a picture of my rainbow and include Bruddah Iz to help spread a little bit of that feel-good thing that I have in my core. Enjoy, and let the sweet sounds of the voice of Hawaii fill you today...

Somewhere over the rainbow

Way up high
And the dreams that you dreamed of
Once in a lullaby

Somewhere over the rainbow
Blue birds fly
And the dreams that you dreamed of
Dreams really do come true ooh oh

Someday I'll wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney top
That's where you'll find me

Oh, somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly
And the dream that you dare to,
Oh why, oh why can't I?

Well I see trees of green and red roses too,
I'll watch them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world

Well I see skies of blue
And I see clouds of white
And the brightness of day
I like the dark
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people passing by
I see friends shaking hands
Singing, "How do you do?"
They're really singing, "I, I love you."

I hear babies cry and I watch them grow,
They'll learn much more than we'll know
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world world

Someday I'll wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney top
That's where you'll find me

Oh, somewhere over the rainbow way up high
And the dream that you dare to, why oh, why can't I?