“If you're a fan of American roots music, you won't want to miss 'Awake My Soul--The Story of the Sacred Harp.' Filmmakers Matt and Erica Hinton have done a fine job capturing the history, sound and spirit of this unusual but compelling art form that, trust me, you don't have to be religious to appreciate.” IfsWantArtSoulDoneStoriesJobsFormSpiritSoundReligiousFansMissingFineAppreciateRootsSacredMy SoulAwakeFilmmakerUnusualCompellingTrust MeHarps Author:Eric Zorn
“Of course, now I am too old to be much of a fisherman, and now of course I usually fish the big waters alone, although some friends think I shouldn't. Like many fly fishermen in western Montana where the summer days are almost Arctic in length, I often do not start fishing until the cool of the evening. Then in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise.” ThinkingSoulBigsLightCoursesSoundWaterMemoriesExistenceHalfFourSeaSummerRiversWesternFishesBoatRhythmMy SoulEveningLakesFishingLengthFadesFishermanMontanaArcticCanyonsFly FishingSummer DaysRivers And Water Book:A River Runs Through It Source: A River Runs Through It
“Great God, what do I see and hear! The end of things created! The judge of mankind doth appear On clouds of glory seated! The trumpet sounds; the graves restore, The dead which they contained before; Prepare, my soul, to meet Him!” SoulEndsSoundMankindJudgingGloryCloudsGravesMy SoulTrumpetsAdvent Author:Martin Luther
“I threw the pearl of my soul into a cup of wine. I went down the primrose path to the sound of flutes. I lived on honeycomb.” SoulSoundPathWineMy SoulCupsPearlsFlutes Book:The Complete Works of Oscar Wilde: De profundis, Source: The Complete Works of Oscar Wilde: De profundis,
“The irrevocable Hand That opes the year's fair gate, doth ope and shut The portals of our earthly destinies; We walk through blindfold, and the noiseless doors Close after us, for ever. Pause, my soul, On these strange words - for ever - whose large sound Breaks flood-like, drowning all the petty noise Our human moans make on the shores of Time. O Thou that openest, and no man shuts; That shut'st, and no man opens - Thee we wait!” MenYearsHumansSoulHandsWaitingSoundWalksBreakDestinyDoorsStrangeFairsNoiseMy SoulTheeGatesShoreFloodPausesPettyDrowningPortalIrrevocableBlindfoldsFlood Likes Author:Dinah Maria Murlock Craik