I just got done wandering around in iTunes. It started with some of Mason Jennings's new music, but quickly progressed to Colin Hay, Mumford & Sons, Gary Jules and a few others. 18 songs later, I'm a happy typing woman, taking in the lyrics, piano, guitar, harmonica....
- oh how I wish we were like water/float on down to the sea/if you find true love at your door knocking/invite her in and make her some tea
- we are so fragile/like cracking bones make noise/we are just breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys
It's a chilly night here in Minneapolis, but I have the room to myself and the dog at my feet. The house is quiet (save the furnace, the occasional dog sigh, and all the new music playing).
- it was not your fault but mine/and it was your heart on the line
- and you say be still my love/open up your heart and let the light shine in/don't you understand i already have a plan/i'm waiting for my real life to begin
My thoughts are not quiet this evening.
- once a liar/once a cheater/guess your light went underground/i have seen it . . . .come home sweet heart/come home bitter heart/let go and love
There are times when I feel like I've forgotten what it's like to live intentionally (whatever living intentionally means). I don't know if this is because of these melancholy winters, or if it is a result of my growing up, or owning a house, or something else. But the "great domestication" of my 30s has me feeling nostalgic for the adventures of my 20s, and I think--am I really that person already? Harkening back to the proverbial good old days?
- lend me your eyes/i can change what you see/but your soul you must keep totally free
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