I want something else to be here instead of that last entry.
But honestly, I have nothing right now. I'm sad on many levels and for several reasons. No inspired thought from the Cosmos, no "It's a Wonderful Life" sentiment. I ate at Wendy's last night for crying out loud. Who can take me seriously now. It was the drive thru that called my name, not the food. If anyone's ever been on crutches, you understand.
But there is something that resounds in me this week...
"There's a blaze of light in every word
it doesn't matter which one you heard...
The holy or the broken hallelujah."
-Leonard Cohen
I suppose even my broken hallelujahs have light in them.
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My thoughts are with you.
Thank you!
they most certainly do. loving you, and all your hallelujahs.
well, at least you've got something...
thank you for being brave. you have no idea how much you help... you said the magic words... maybe you will like this recording?
http://www.sendspace.com/file/0n0yjq
Last night I spoke with my mom. We both began complaining about how depressed and exhausted we were and whining about why. (We're allowed to whine to each other as it prevents us from releasing the energy on everyone else around us). I realized that when your soul is connected to so many others in so many different places, causing you to feel the same thing at the same moment, you can feel comfort in joint depression. It's temporary, and somehow brings solidarity.
I too hate admitting when I've gone to Wendy's, and even more admitting that that's what I want right now, the thing furthest away from my grasp:)
I write too much. Guess I was just thinking about you today.
Shame, shame on you for going to Wendy's.
I certainly hope you got the spicy chicken sandwich, it's my favorite!
loving you back!
I went to the funeral today. Beautiful girl. Beautiful family. Beautiful closure for me.
Death is just death. Is it ok that on the way to the cemetery I sang along to one of my favorite songs as I felt the wind? Is it ok that when I got home all I wanted more than anything was...lunch? Is it ok that I'm spending the evening working on a painting commission that has so many bright colors in it that I can't help but let it make me...........happy?
Her death makes me want to live, consciously.
It is more than ok!!
it's okay to paint and smile before and after a funeral... but Wendy's is NOT OKAY. I'm scared of America and the drive-thru.
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