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Ruminations in dusty keys. Is such a thing possible in silence? In inaction?
The only appropriate word to be whispered is
neglect.
But still in this moment
they form, as I depress, elicit response with each
downward stroke.
Oh and the ink filled pens--
they cry injustice, accuse without a scribe--
scorned.
Yet the ink has not run dry,
futile, the soul continues to scry,
peering deep into ink, blood and oil.
Shift.
Backspace.
No one has been robbed.
We live. We thrive in ways simple, rewoven, frayed edges, broken bones only stronger.
There can't ever be any promises. Only hellos, hopefully less than goodbyes.
With a newness
--Come Out Darlin'...--
So my new job is progressing in excellent fashion. I am very happy with it...in fact I feel slightly guilty I am pulling a paycheck on this one. Seriously.
--and I've been doing a bit of reflecting on where I was last year at this time.In that horrible place. *shudder*
Really bad.
And then I stop. Because I'm not there anymore.
Thank God for that.
Seriously.
Anyhoo. I have an autumn photo fun thing planned for next weekend with the kids. I'm super excited about it. I'm making baby steps back into things.
About the video...I went to a concert this summer that these guys played at. I was like, What? Who? How...??
I like them A.
Devious Journal Entry
What do you do when you don't get better?
Strong arms get too get too weak to hold her.
Oh God give me just enough strength to make it through.
Sleepless, this madness is walking me out to the ledge
and stands there beside me
shivering out on the edge.
Oh God all I all I ask is a little relief
Just a moment of peace.
I don't want to live without you.
I'm not ready to live without you.
So let's dance a little.
Laugh a little.
Hope a little more.
Cause I don't want to leave without you, without you.
This thorn in my side,
though it cuts and stings me
As opens these eyes
I never seen so clearly.
And oh God I
A Gypsy Soul
"We were born before the wind Also younger than the sun Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic. Hark, now hear the sailors cry Smell the sea and feel the sky Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic.
And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home And when the fog horn blows I want to hear it I don't have to fear it.
And I want to rock your gypsy soul Just like way back in the days of old And magnificently we will flow into the mystic..."~"Into the Mystic" by Van Morrison
So of course one of the things I missed most was being able to go out freely and take photos. I mean, hell, I can't [well I'm not supposed to
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My sincerest condolences, and best wishes, as always, for your future.