The Life and Times of Dr. Jeffrey Michael Lazenby

The personal reflections of Jeffrey Michael Lazenby. A graduate music education major at Appalachian State University. Comments are always welcome.

Friday, November 18, 2005

A Time to Be Thankful

It has begun. It has actually been going for awhile now. I'm just now getting around to talking about it.

I'm of course talking about the holiday season. Starting after Halloween, everything seems to be aiming toward Thanksgiving and the Christmas season. Of course, the first major one coming up, is Thanksgiving.

Now, many scholars have their debates on the first Thanksgiving and what really went on, however, obviously there is more meaning to it behind just stuffing ourselves silly. To honor the holiday we must look at its name. Thanksgiving, or as I think of it, Giving Thanks.

On this day especially we take time to spend with our families and give thanks for many different things. A favorite activity is for everyone to go around and say something they're thankful for before they dig into the turkey. I personally find this torture as it keeps me from eating...

It wouldn't be a bad idea however, to make your own personal list of things your thankful for. Often times we don't realize how blessed we are until we stop and think about it. So this Thanksgiving, really, truly be thankful for something.

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving everyone, and try not to overeat too much...

May God keep you this and every night.

"Thanksgiving-day, I fear, If one the solemn truth must touch, Is celebrated, not so much To thank the Lord for blessing o'er, As for the sake of getting more!"
~Will Carlton

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

A Poem

Tonight, I thought I would share a poem with you all that I found in our music history book.

Alone and pensive, the deserted fields
I measure with steps deliberate and slow;
and my eyes I hold in readiness to flee
from a place marked by human footsteps.
No other defense I find that can save me
from the peering eyes of people;
becuase when laughter and cheer are spent,
from outside can be read my inner flame.
So I have come to believe that mountains and
beaches
and rivers nad woods know of what fibers
is made my life, hidden from others.
Yet paths neither so rough or wild
can I find where Cupid does not seek me always
to debate with me, and I with him.

Solo e pensoso ~Petrarch.

May God keep you this and every night.