We Are The Music Makers And We Are The Dreamers Of Dreams ...

I took a random route on my way to do some errands today, and when I went down Walgrove, there was this fanciful mural in the alley, there to surprise and delight you ... and also to remind you about what Venice has historically always meant.

"We are the music makers and we are the dreamers of dreams" ... that classic line from Willie Wonka & The Chocolate Factory was never far from my mind when I thought about Venice before I moved here, and what I strive to keep it about as I have lived here the past two decades+. There it was, painted in an alley, with unicorns and happy faces dancing around it, and the further verses (really from the poem Ode by Arthur O'Shaughnessy) that say, "We are the movers and shakers, Of the world forever it seems." We're founded by a dreamer that loved music. We're as far west as you can go. We're still making music. We're still dreaming dreams. We're still moving. We're still shaking.  Home. With all that we're losing as a community, let us never lose that sense of fun and whimsy that still swirls around ... you just might have to look a little harder for it.

Happy Weekend, Dreamers!

Where My Sidewalk Ends ...

I was walking down my street this morning, and it was so pretty out, I wanted to share it.

Then I started thinking about Shel Silverstein's Where The Sidewalk Ends*, because on this street, that's where I live.

That beautiful, classic book of poems is now 40 years old, yet the wonder and wisdom is simply timeless. And after all these years, the opening poem is still my favorite ...

INVITATION

If you are a dreamer, come in.

If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,

A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer . . .

If you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire,

For we have some flax golden tales to spin.

Come in!

Come in!

Yes. We really do have some flax golden tales to spin around here. Please come in!

*Always available at Baby Burro!