The way to love someone
is to lightly run your finger over that person's soul
until you find a crack,
and then gently pour your love into that crack.
~Keith Miller

Friday, July 29, 2011

Lyrics ... The Only Exception

When I was younger
I saw my daddy cry
And curse at the wind
He broke his own heart
And I watched
As he tried to reassemble it
And my momma swore that
She would never let herself forget
And that was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love
If it does not exist

But darlin'
You are the only exception

Maybe I know, somewhere
Deep in my soul
That love never lasts
And we've got to find other ways
To make it alone
Or keep a straight face
And I've always lived like this
Keeping a comfortable, distance
And up until now
I had sworn to myself that I'm content
With loneliness
Because none of it was ever worth the risk

You are the only exception

I've got a tight grip on reality, but I can't
Let go of what's in front of me here
I know you're leaving in the morning, when you wake up
Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream
Ooh Ooh...

You are the only exception

And I'm on my way to believing
Oh, and I'm on my way to believing

Wow ... Seriously. Wow. The bathrooms are clean ... tile squeaky clean ... toilet paper pointed lookin' for a little smile from the next one up ... a little smile in the john ... BTW, the privy on the trail ... leaves ... really (I was wondering). Lunch ... done ... still talking about razors like that could possibly matter. Dishes done ... Now it's clothes folding time. I am listening to "ADELE radio" on the iPad when the second stanza of this song swings my head around. Deep in my soul ... comfortable distance ... proof it's not a dream.. I don't like it, but I get it. I went looking for the lyrics ... my life might have written some of these words. I am on my way to believing ... that God is the only exception ... Is that cynical or sweetly sane? I really don't know. It seems like God has to be the only exception ... anyone else ... everyone else ... life has taught me something about risks ...

I've got a tight grip on reality, but I can't
Let go of what's in front of me here
I know you're leaving in the morning, when you wake up
Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream
Ooh Ooh...
. Boy howdy ... Are those the saddest words ever sung? Wouldn't I hate to risk being in that place where I can't let go ... here ... can't let go anchors me here ... for better or worse ... where better seems to be the only thing on the table when all the promises are made. ... aren't we really always in a state of letting go and holding on ... aren't we at very least in the process of changing/that me leaving, this me home in time for dinner ... until one day you don't recognize maybe even yourself, but you remember to hold on ... essential you promised to not let go. Here you will become ... you. That's what I am betting on.
... The sages have been calling this a dream for ... written history and likely before. Way before I began to learn the philosophies of men, little me sang Row Row Row Your Boat. I remember wondering ... if I shut my eyes long enough would I wake up somewhere different ... was life just a dream? It was a pretty scary concept ... now, not so much. Hmmmm.
I stumbled upon a dream symbol dictionary ... It is seriously amusing ... my dreams may so much more ... just more interesting then my daily activities imply ... turns out my dog may be a symbol for loyalty ... and a restaurant may be a time of spiritual/emotional nourishment ... and lace curtains means both feminine sensuality and traditional values ... and swimming with a telepathic dolphin may signal a different time in my life ... who knew? I laugh, but I wonder too ... seems like the more I think about it, the clearer it becomes. Does the divine within try to shed dream light on the lessons we are learning? I feel some internal resonance when I am near ... some events ... some people ... some places ... sometimes. There is some sense of recognition ... something known on the journey through the unknown. Risky.

I am going to look at some information on a divining rod ... it vibrates when water is near and sensitivity allows one to believe even the unseen. Or maybe it is Hollywood horse hooey.

This I know ...
Laundry, and boy does it smell good. It's going to rain here ... but I'm inside ... and I'm going to glance at a flight out of Florida on flight aware and listen to more Adele and her compadres ... and pretty soon the laundry will be done for the week. Later, I'm going to shave my legs, maybe with a cheap razor to see if it's maybe not so horrible, and then I'm going to put on a cute dress and my most bodacious cowboy boots because tonight we are going to go find out everything I'm not sure I want to know about COWBOYS and ALIENS ... and tomorrow ... another bit of the Trail.
Laundry ... Those towels don't fold themselves!

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