Fading...

"Hey you, out there in the cold

Getting lonely, getting old

Can you feel me?

Hey you, standing in the aisles

With itchy feet and fading smiles

Can you feel me?

Hey you, don't help them to bury the light

Don't give in without a fight.”  -Pink Floyd

Come back soon...

There's an ocean between us.
You know where to find me.
You reach out and touch me.
I feel you in my own heart.
More than a lifetime
Still goes on forever.
But it helps to remember
You're only an ocean away. - Sarah Brightman

light

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything,
That's how the light gets in.
~Leonard Cohen

Open the door

    
Almost all the doors in my house are these kind of doorknobs and regularly I am unable to open doors because the doorknobs fall off into my hands when I try. This happens with my oven door as well. Could be a metaphor...could be the person that put them on didn't do a very good job....I tend to try to make everything into a metaphor or have meaning...but I do know love won't open my doors, it takes a screwdriver.

                         

fallen or just sleeping?

 

"I said, tell me brave captain
Why are the wicked so strong
How do the Angels get to sleep
When the Devil leaves the porch light on?"  ~Tom Waits

"It's always darkest just before it goes pitch black"

Storm's a' comin'... I can feel it.
My body braced for the full impact.
I can't control the weather.
All I can do is adjust the thermostat
inside my head.

So I'm boarding the windows,
battening the hatches,
securing the valuables
in preparation for the squall.
Then again, maybe I should let it all
blow away in a cyclonic clearing of the debris...

The gale-force winds could destroy me
or allow something new to emerge
from the wreckage.
The goal and my current mantra is to
surrender to opportunity...

going home...

I’m laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone... (Paul Simon)

Hard Times

Hard Times Come Again No More

Let us pause in life's pleasures and count the many tears While we all sup sorrow with the poor There's a song that will linger forever in our ears Oh, hard times come again no more It's a song a sigh of the weary Hard times hard times come again no more Many days you have lingered around my cabin door Oh hard times come again no more Though we seek mirth and beauty and music bright and gay They are frail forms a-waiting by our door Though their voices are silent, their pleading seems to say Oh, hard times come again no more It's a sigh that is wafted across the lowly plains It's a wail that is heard upon the shore It's a dirge that is murmured across the lonely grave Oh hard times come again no more Written by Stephen Foster. My favorite version of this song is on the CD, Appalachian Journey, and is performed by James Taylor and YoYo Ma.