Monday, April 25, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Quotes before stories
“Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. Christopher Robin to Pooh”
“Never forget me, because if I thought you would, I'd never leave.”
A.A. Milne quotes
Before summer comes, feel like a kid
Kids by MGMT
This song takes me back to this summer at Lollapalooza. I danced with friends and strangers in long expansive clump. Covered in sweat, sunscreen, and our prized 3 day wristbands we stood stomping up and down singing. In the summer, I am reminded to be light. Though I have seen tragedy and stress in my work and personal life during the summer I will always cherish the pre-Summer bliss. The weeks and hours that tick beneath my skin and pulsate before I get the chance to stand with the sun. I do admit there are nights I can't sleep and days I wish to go to bed before ready. Days that catch in my throat like a cold because I have worked hard, have looked in all directions and have no words to decide where to next go. With a change in season and weather I hold onto my summer songs and feel light. Changes are happening. I must believe that I, like the weather move on with the days. Weather that can not often be predicted but trusted with a sundress, dark glasses, or a parasol.
More songs and singers for the "pre" of hope.
Colorblind- Counting Crows
More than words- Extreme
Billy Joel
Blues Traveler
Beatles- J says if you land on their songs it is hard to change the station
Beach Boys
Heat Wave- Martha and the vandellas
Oh what a night- Franki Valli
see also
http://www.ew.com/ew/article/0,,293609,00.html
This song takes me back to this summer at Lollapalooza. I danced with friends and strangers in long expansive clump. Covered in sweat, sunscreen, and our prized 3 day wristbands we stood stomping up and down singing. In the summer, I am reminded to be light. Though I have seen tragedy and stress in my work and personal life during the summer I will always cherish the pre-Summer bliss. The weeks and hours that tick beneath my skin and pulsate before I get the chance to stand with the sun. I do admit there are nights I can't sleep and days I wish to go to bed before ready. Days that catch in my throat like a cold because I have worked hard, have looked in all directions and have no words to decide where to next go. With a change in season and weather I hold onto my summer songs and feel light. Changes are happening. I must believe that I, like the weather move on with the days. Weather that can not often be predicted but trusted with a sundress, dark glasses, or a parasol.
More songs and singers for the "pre" of hope.
Colorblind- Counting Crows
More than words- Extreme
Billy Joel
Blues Traveler
Beatles- J says if you land on their songs it is hard to change the station
Beach Boys
Heat Wave- Martha and the vandellas
Oh what a night- Franki Valli
see also
http://www.ew.com/ew/article/0,,293609,00.html
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Songs for sweet dreams
if you can't sleep
...dream
Azure Ray
and Fleetwood Mac
Often times we are kept awake by things. Tasks plague us that on a clear head are not so scary, are not so difficult, if we close our eyes and dream. We are insomniacs to our fears, sometimes. But sleep is only one way to let go. Love is another. Try as you might remember to try a little more. You are worthy of these things.
...dream
Azure Ray
and Fleetwood Mac
Often times we are kept awake by things. Tasks plague us that on a clear head are not so scary, are not so difficult, if we close our eyes and dream. We are insomniacs to our fears, sometimes. But sleep is only one way to let go. Love is another. Try as you might remember to try a little more. You are worthy of these things.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
reconnection
Today over hot tea in a quiet coffee house corner, I reconnected. I caught up. Which reminded me, there is nothing like making old friends.
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