Many times in my past I've gotten annoyed with people for their use of the word 'light' as synonymous to 'good' and equating 'dark' with 'bad'. I think a large part of this is my hypersensitivity to words and their implications, but there also is an underlying reality which words reflect. A few nights ago I was silently thanking the darkness for ( Read more... )

"It's a long and rugged road,
And we don't know where it's heading,
But we know it's gonna get us where we're goin'.
And when we find what we're looking for
We'll drop these bags and search no more,
'Cause it's gonna feel like heaven when we're home."She told me it's one of her favorite songs, and that the last time she listened to it, she thought ( Read more... )

Walking home in the dark, alone, wounded, uncertain, I started singing an old sea chantey turned folk song I've long known and loved:

Oh Shenandoah, I long to see you
Oh away, you rolling river
Oh Shenandoah, I long to see you
Away, we're bound away, cross the wide MissouriAs I went through the traditional verses, I thought about the tradition of ( Read more... )

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A bit over a week ago I went into Goodwill with the last of my cash and looked at the old discarded planners they had in a dusty corner, and decided to spend my money on candle sconces instead. I like candles, I already had a blank book, and I can draw lines and write dates just as well myself. Even a Slingshot can't compare to DIY and free. The ( Read more... )

AKA, nervous breakdown on the dark moon. In chronological order, the weekend of Falcon Ridge in ( song lyrics )

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