with beautiful words and images....
(from Donna Boucher of Quiet Life)
with lyrics that speak to me....
"When My Mornin' Comes Around" (by Iris Dement)
When my mornin' comes around, no one else will be there
so I won't have to worry about what I'm supposed to say
and I alone will know that I climbed that great big mountain
and that's all that will matter when my mornin' comes around
When my mornin' comes around, I will look back on this valley
at these sidewalks and alleys where I lingered for so long
and this place where I now live will burn to ash and cinder
like some ghost I won't remember
When my mornin' comes around
When my mornin' comes around, from a new cup I'll be drinking
and for once I won't be thinking that there's something wrong with me
and I'll wake up and find that my faults have been forgiven
and that's when I'll start living
When my mornin' comes around"
with good reading intentions...
and, actually, with a great many mixed emotions, jumbled identities, and tired realities....but i guess i will just (try to) focus on better things:)
