"In These Arms" — The Swell Season (Strict Joy, 2009)
Three minutes and forty-three seconds of unvarnished emotional mechanics. Beyond production sheen and critical posturing, Glen Hansard & Markéta Irglová deliver what modern music commentary so often forgets: raw, disciplined truth.
"Take this sinking boat and point it home / We've still got time..." — Glen Hansard
Before the Academy Awards and arena tours, the song existed as a quiet refuge of vulnerability. Hansard’s acoustic delivery turns the act of "sinking" into an intentional, dignified surrender.
True resonance does not depend on massive production. A voice and raw wood are enough to anchor a soul in the dark.
The critically endangered Red Wolf pups are growing up fast! ❤️ At 3 months old, this playful pack is getting bigger, bolder and more curious every day.
🔊 Sound on to hear mom and dad's "that's enough" correction vocalizations. It's one of the ways Red Wolf parents communicate.
This is one of the most beloved paintings in America, and it puts its finger on something we all pass through, first as the child, and one day as the parent left behind...
The painting is Breaking Home Ties, by Norman Rockwell, on the cover of the Saturday Evening Post in 1954. A father and his teenage son sit side by side on the running board of a battered farm truck, waiting at a railway stop. A single track runs along the bottom of the picture. A ticket pokes from the boy's pocket. His suitcase is stacked with schoolbooks and wears a "State U" pennant. The train is coming to carry him off to college, away from home, for the first time in his life.
Everything is in the way they sit.
The son sits upright, scrubbed and dressed in his best, eyes fixed on the horizon, on the track, on the future rushing toward him. He is already half gone. For him that train is the beginning of everything.
His father sits beside him in worn work clothes and scuffed boots, looking the other way, down the line, as if he cannot bear to watch it arrive. The same train means the opposite thing to him. For the son it is the start of a life. For the father it is the day the house grows quieter, the chair at the table sits empty, and the person he built his world around walks out into a life that no longer has him at its centre.
Look at his hands. He is holding two hats. His own battered one, and resting on top of it, his son's crisp new one, held carefully together, because it is the last small thing he can still do for the boy...
And then the dog, its head laid in the son's lap, gazing up, refusing to look away. Rockwell knew exactly what that was for: "The father couldn't show how he felt about the boy's leaving," he said. "The dog did."
It has moved people for 70 years because every leaving is a beginning for one person and an ending for another. The child steps out into the world, as they should. And someone stays behind, watching them go, and loving them enough to let them go anyway...
If you wonder how men like Hitler and Franco came to power—it’s moments like these.
When moderate men fail, extreme men rise.
Somewhere in Spain is a young, intense Christian warlord waiting for his moment.
I’m praying for him.
Imagine this:
You flipped your car. You're bleeding and trying to get loose from the seat belt. It's dark outside, you can hardly see anything. Then, out of the corner of your eye, you see some 4 legged creature coming towards you...you see horns on the head and glowing eyes.
Now tell me, do you think, "oh I'm being rescued" or "the devil is coming to drag me to hell" in that moment?
To the leftists claiming Ceuta does not belong to Spain because it was taken in 1415
Are you going to tell the Turks to give Constantinople back to the Christians?
Cos they took that in 1453