The girl who was once from NYC, transplanted to the sticky trap of the CT countryside. Teacher, singer, writer, hippie chick. Dancer along the path through the dark.
~May words and music and laughter light the way to kindred spirits, kind of heart~
Also a Mommy. That's the most important thing that's happened along the way, but not what this blog will be about.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Unconscious, thematic
bring up, bring in
close to, to win
and press and play
begin
the burden slow
of sleep to need
to melt (so mellow)
a pillowed rest
and dip into the sweet of deep
the dreams to hug and take my hand
my shadowed world made out of sand
The Replacements
Hold My Life
exhale the peace
between my lips
warm air to breath it out and close
my eyes to feel
the warmth and light
from miles away
through this dark night
and set my burdens down
think not of work and worries for the morn
‘neath my lids the golden shine
and softest wicked sweet unknown
I live in my world of fantasy,
a few minutes here, a few minutes there…
and sometimes the intensity—
a few moments here, a few moments where
for seconds the real is as real as the air…
vaugely
aware
I am leaving
have left
the crescendo
I’d imagined
and believed in
for so long..
they say
if you hold on
and you wish for
and believe in
and the karma
and gut feeling
but the truth is
there are words that
I now think of
not so sweet.
Pet Shop Boys
Always On My Mind (cover)
Stuck in my head in that way that songs can become when you know it’s all you really have, or ever really had.
Stevie Wonder
Another Star
There might be another star
But through my eyes the light of you it’s all I see
For you
There might be another song
But in my heart your melody will stay with me
What is it about a bad cold,
a lack of sleep, and hormonal changes that can make a person feel like an alcoholic mess, even when completely sober. Emotions run high, head is cloudy, feeling low. Every awful thing possible, and the usual cure of yoga or biking or running is out because you have no energy and feel like someone ran over you with a bus.
If you know me, you know I try so hard to be positive. I try to stand tall. But today has been a day of wilting. Despite the hot shower, and writing, and stretching, I am taxed. And I am sore in so many ways. And holding it in might be wise, but writing it out makes me feel less alone.
