H2 oh!

Grace, like water:

Makes us who we are

Makes us what we want

Sends us where we go

Grace, like water

Changes with the day;

Falls from the skies

Upward flies

Always stays the same.

Rushing rivers

Tides to stem

Grace like water:


Swim.

I went a-wanderin

At the corner of Georgia & 3rd, in a little town by the river, there's a restaurant where my sister plays the keys. In the summertime, on any given Friday night, you can catch her there between 5-9 - gently telling the world she's alive.



I needed a place to go and an excuse to hide away for a while; a little time. Children need time. So I went.

The restaurant was hot; I wasn't hungry. Perhaps I'd go a-drifting...



Meandering can teach you a lot of things. Like where you'll go when you have nowhere to be, and who'll you'll see when you aren't looking for anyone. I wondered how many diseases I'd get if I went barefoot. I wondered why I had to think like that. Behind the bank were flowers unknown to me. They stood straight, tall, delicate and strong. Out of their tiny white blossoms came long, pink needles shooting out towards the world. I asked them why. They told me to give what I have.



Down by the tracks a man sat alone on a bench with his head in his hands. I wondered who had left him. People and things can travel though our lives so quickly. A stop here, a stop there, the whistle blows and the train is over the hill. We are left to wonder if we missed it, or if we were hit by it. Vashti Bunyan started playing in my head..."My mind traveling north to find you..."



Before I could sing along a man in a beat-up Ford truck smiled and gave me a peace sign. I wondered if he was really at peace, or was just happy to see someone wearing a 30-some-year old pair of worn out Aviators. I smiled back and put my fist in the air. Either way I agreed with him.



I thought about the men in their cars who revved the engine the exact same way in the exact same place all night long, to let you know they've really got something and wished they'd switch the gears in their heads instead. I thought about the couple going to the dinner party in matching outfits and knew they were quite different inside. I told myself staring is rude, then asked myself what could be more natural than for two faces to seek each other out amongst all the other things on earth. I watched two little girls in the whitest dresses I'd ever seen and hoped they knew how beautiful they were. I thought about the mural with the man who had the guts to do something extraordinary for what he believed in, and even though I didn't know if I agreed with what he did I hoped I'd have been brave enough to do the same. I thought about all the places I was not at right now. I thought about forgiveness.

A pair of opposite pigeons perched building-top were loudly conversing in their own pigeon way. I thought about two other pigeons I knew. They are also opposites...and sometimes very loud.




I found the places in town you don't want to go alone. A suspicious young man slipped into a garage and came out carrying a bag. I walked faster for a moment until I came to the shadow of the library, where I, perhaps naively, feel nothing could ever harm me. The red door beckoned me. The lock forbade me. I promised the inhabitants, next time.



I thought about a lot that night.

But most of all, I thought about that door, and where it could lead.

Chains

When people ask me what my greatest fear is, I normally lie. While being dishonest isn’t a habit I’m proud of, I feel it’s the right thing to do.There are some things in life that are more important than others. Responsibilities that link together and make us chains; chains we must wear if we ever want to be free. Family is a tie you don’t break.

But today I caught a glimpse of truth.

My greatest fear is that someday I will meet someone wonderful. I will fall in love and the flowers will grow, the sun will shine, and the laughing winds will blow on their way. We will marry, two hearts will join to one, and the person I so sorrowfully call “me”, will wave her way silently into the past. New life will be born.

Then one day the sun will stop shining. The laughter will be gone, and my little flowers will hang their heads. Me will return, and try to break my heart. Someone and I will argue. Someone will hate me. I will hate someone. Things will become more important than people, and knives more important than wounds.

Someday a child will answer, “Sharks and monsters” and know deep down it’s untrue.

My greatest fear is losing love, but I love you too much to show it.

Me an' Ophelia

"Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,

Men were deceivers ever;

One foot in sea, and one on shore,

To one thing constant never.

Then sigh not so, But let them go,

And be you blith and bonny,

Converting all your sounds of woe

Into Hey nonny, nonny.

Sing no more ditties, sing no mo

Of dumps so dull and heavy;

The fraud of men was ever so,

Since summer first was leavy.

Then sigh not so, But let them go,

And be you blith and bonny,

Converting all your sounds of woe

Into Hey nonny, nonny. "

Dear Wil...

Songs

I've written a fair share of songs in my little life span.

Well, perhaps written is the wrong term (semantically speaking) since the majority never actually made it out of my head and onto paper. Ok, (as long as we're going semantically) songs might also be the wrong term; since most of them consisted of phrasing such as, "Here I am...by myself...walking down to the barn, to feed the little horseys...alone...with grain in a bucket...ect...ect.. ooh baby ...etc..."

Quite honestly, I'm also pretty sure 90% of them never included any particular melody or structure.

It's also slightly possible they didn't even feature any notes or chords generally acknowledged as "music" up to this point in history.

I guess I should also mention, I normally forget them around 5 minutes after they've been sung. Which, combined with the afore mentioned factors, probably means they were the most abysmal, arbitrary sounds every conceived by mankind, and you should be exceedingly grateful you were not around at their creation.

But there are a few that are still with me.

One about a woman named mom,
One about man named Jesus
And one about the boy who broke a stupid, stupid heart.

My head has been ringing all weekend with the wrong one.

Terrible news this morning

Some things change you when they happen.













Some things make you realize you cannot go through life alone.

I wanna know

Have you ever seen the rain?