
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
It gets to me
Don't think it don't get to me.
Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it
Friday, August 27, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Over and over
Sing it baby
You only fight with those you care about
Because you love over and over again
Monday, August 23, 2010
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
When the time is right
I keep waiting for the time to be right.
I work and I work and I work.
I hope and I hope and I hope.
That I won't always have to fill my life up like this.
That there will be other reasons.
Other places. Better times. Different times.
I want to be right. So I won't have worked and hoped for
no reason at all.
But nothing ever turns out the way I planned.
I work and I work and I work.
I hope and I hope and I hope.
That I won't always have to fill my life up like this.
That there will be other reasons.
Other places. Better times. Different times.
I want to be right. So I won't have worked and hoped for
no reason at all.
But nothing ever turns out the way I planned.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Risk
Stevie is classic.
Robin Thicke? What can I say about Mr. Thicke. I love that he has his wife in the video with him and that they were high school sweethearts. That his dad is the growing pains dad. I turn his music on and groove. Chill beauty. Check out in the morning with Snoop dog.
I feel like putting myself out there. Taking a risk to be there. These 2 songs are a symbolence of that for me. Letting another in is always a risk.
The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, is nothing, and becomes nothing. He may avoid suffering and sorrow, but he simply cannot learn and feel and change and grow and love and live
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Dull Roar
Does missing make things worthwhile? Do you have to understand what you have lost before you can appreciate it? I don't want that to happen.
My mother is one of those people that can put her head down on the pillow and is out. She can call on sleep at any given moment and sleep says "Why yes Hello". I was not made like that.
I have issues with sleep. We fight constantly. I grew up despising it for one reason or another. I can't turn my mind off. It's a jumping topic freakshow. Why sleep? I have so much to do. I look for ways to help the evil sleep fiasco. This song helps me turn my mind down to a dull roar. Plus it's just beautiful.
Favorite of mine. Tanya Tucker Delta Dawn. It gets me everytime.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
World Turns
Girl stood on the rocks with the water at her feet
the sun on her skin and a tear on her cheek
With her hand on her chest and the wind in her hair
Underneath her breath like a beggar's prayer she said
I miss you, come back to me
I wish you'd come back to me
But nobody heard
And the world turned and the world turned and the world turned
And thats when the girl reached in her pocket
pulled out a silver heart-shaped locket
Opened it up and stared for a while at her faded boy
with a lazy smile, oh how
I miss you, come back to me
I wish you'd come back to me
But nobody heard
And the world turned and the world turned and the world turned
And she walked to the deepest part of the river
And she thought about diving in
She imagined how the current would overtake her
How easy it would be to disappear
But instead she tossed the locket
In the cool, blue, water
That night in her bed, she let herself weep
She let herself cry herself to sleep
And there in a dream somewhere in the night
Saw the boy and the locket by the riverside, saying
I miss you, come back to me
I wish you'd come back to me
But nobody heard
And the world turned and the world turned and the world turned
This song is beautiful. Simplistic.
-My grandmother likes to say that if you knew how little others actually think about you then you wouldn't care so much what you looked like.
I think that she just means that everyone around us is wrapped up in their own problems. In their own stories. Sometimes taking on your story too is not something they can stand. It isn't that they don't care, it's that sometimes they forget to look around. To see what is happening. Be in the present. Every human being has the same expectations in their life. To be seen. To be felt. I want those around me to know that I care about them. To understand the love I want to send their way. I don't want to hold on to anger. I want happy. I think being present is the start to that. To listen.
Off to TN. A start to let a good friend know I care.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)