From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #141 Reply-To: eda-thoughts@smoe.org Sender: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk eda-thoughts-digest Tuesday, May 11 1999 Volume 02 : Number 141 * If you ever wish to unsubscribe, send an email to * eda-thoughts-digest-request@smoe.org with ONLY * the word unsubscribe in the body of the email * . * PLEASE :) when you reply to this digest to send a post TO the list, * change the subject to reflect what your post is about. A subject * of Re: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: poem [Naomi Vaughn ] ET: Jewel's DSL Video ["Erin Benoit" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: 10 May 99 22:04:52 CDT From: Naomi Vaughn Subject: ET: poem this is just a diff lil thing i wrote lastnight. i was reading when a thunderstorm came...and this kinda formed in my head...lines kept popping up here and there...heh, till it got to the point of distraction and i finally wrote it down. :) ever, Naomi - -- A Storm, 1AM The wind blows through me in raindrops flashing light and thundering clouds once in a while to keep my attention. Leaves dance across gravel rustling forgotten chains and drawing out more light tempting wind and rain to come out and play. Mother moon watches her children, smiling. Hard drops crash against the glass trees wave their full braches beckoning me, to step out into the darkness. But I remain here, warm beneath my cover, putting them to paper. The wind grows angry, and whips against my walls bending trees and rain, to will. Mother moon looks down, concerned ... and meets my eyes in apology ... as the clouds boom their disagreement. Moon sinks wearily below the horizon, leaving thunder and wind to their battle. And all I can do, is kiss my star goodnight ... lay brief hand in winds furious path ... then close my eyes to sleep. Father sun will calm his restless children, when he returns. ____________________________________________________________________ Get your own FREE, personal Netscape WebMail account today at http://webmail.netscape.com. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 10 May 1999 20:16:22 PDT From: "Erin Benoit" Subject: ET: Jewel's DSL Video Halo all, Okay little story first.... I came upstairs to watch TV at about 2pm and turned it on and without realyl thinking switched the channel to the MUCHMOREMUSIC station here and Jewel's DSL video was playing (I have a really weird way of making that happen...when ever I decide to just flip to that channel a Jewel song is usually on or is the next video played...weird) anyways..I just went and did it again at 8pm and it was the countdown (DSL is at #5 again this week) and sure enough it was in the start of that video... So anyway I was watching it for the second time today and like the 30th time ever and I noticed something a little different today. I noticed the part where she's dancing by herself in the little snowing area and for w brief camera pan it shows that the dark cloud scene area is just off to the left of this little area of a babbling brook and flowered snowy haven that Jewel is dancing in and it's like she's inviting us to join her in the light. And Iguess that's what the song is about..."We've been down so long, the end must be drawing near." She's showing us the way out of our down spell...it's neat... It also made me think of a though i had awhile ago after the Colorado shootings...it snowed the next day remember...and I always thought of snow as cold and damp and gloomy but between the DSL video and the scene of that Littleton school parking lot all covered in snow it's like God himself is telling us everything is alright. Snow now means to me a sense of calmness after a storm or at the end of a down spell...it means that we can put that part of our lives away and move on...not necessarily shove it under a blanket and forget about it, but deal with it, make something good come of it and move on with out lives.... Just an observation from an Angel with way too much time on her hands! ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #141 **********************************