word of the 'week' (or whatever it turns out to be)

Cardigan:
the cozy sweater-like friend, the Cardigan Welsch Corgi, the street. Anywhere it happens to be placed in a moment.


Previous words of the unspoken period of time:
Ergonomics
Cuddle
Rigamortis
"No regrets"
(*) Sparkles
"I love this f*ing cereal"

Moon River

Moon River has been stuck in my head for two days now....I wouldn't mind, except for the fact that I don't know all the words...so I'm mostly just humming the same melody on repeat.
I'm gonna look the words up.
Here we go:

"Moon river, wider than a mile
I'm crossing you in style some day
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker
Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way

Two drifters, off to see the world
There's such a lot of world to see
We're after the same rainbow's end, waitin' 'round the bend
My huckleberry friend, moon river, and me"

I like it!

Tomorrow I'm heading to Hamilton, Ontario for the weekend to record some new songs with two great producers, and a fantastic musician named Julian Brown (Apostle of Hustle)! I'm quite excited, and also quite nervous...but I feel like this is the right timing, and I'm more than happy to plunge deeper into the universe of music.

So, since I don't believe in luck, wish me peace! Or wish me joy! Or anything good, really.

I'm going to spend this day preparing for the weekend by singing, praying, and sitting outside in a snow bank sun-basking.

Be well :)

Sunshine & Arrows

And this is what I've chosen:

I will let you live
I will not try to control
any circumstance, nor any role
I am not your keeper
and you are not mine

Life is full of sunshine
and life is full of arrows
I choose to bless the sunshine
though I've been targeted
You choose to die
though you've been praised

Delicately Breaking

You have turned tears into diamonds

and cuts into battle scars

How many broken places have you stitched with your love?

So many shiny traces of the fire you've poured

down my core

through my walls

seeping into cracks

building life from dirt

I am transformed like a butterfly

you've gently patted my wings dry

avoided ripping, but stripping clean

How many years have you spent re-painting me?

I've had people say I'm pure, but not like this

this is more

You gave yourself up to take me on

and far before I could claim I understood

You began to move

like an imprint the light left on my eyelids

I can shift you but not erase

The heat from your hand always remains, like you never took it off my heart

When I knew I wanted your help

I called

and I could remember calling before

and I could remember clasping hands and dancing

But the heat from those hands died

yet you're reviving all those colours that once were so bright

Like cloth they had begun to shed in the washing, and fade each time

Until my house was broken down

I didn't feel just how weak it was

And though the breaking was raw I felt alive

I can watch you gather the bricks and gently place them down

You're the master builder and the cement you spread is strong

It's been slow, but you build to last

and

and

and, well..

thanks

Thanks so very very much

For adopting me

and changing my name

to something that's got purpose

Life tastes much fresher when I don't write my own destiny

my forehead gets looser when I can hear my heart in my chest and not my brain

Yet somehow I forget that you have sponsored my journey

given me my canteen and drenched it 'till flowing

Somehow I let go of sweet promises you've spoken

to get lost and confused in my own monologue

But this is a duo

we move together, like a liquid you hold me and guide

through all the step and spins in The Dance Of The Bride

And now I have come to decide

to stretch all of this skin on hoping to shine

the promise you gave me

I am leather you've kneaded and dyed

shaping my hide and stitching with pride

together a pair of moccasins that you can show off

that are softening and eventually

they'll be so well formed to your feet

that they'll look just like your skin

Won't that be beautiful?

Mighty Respirator

You come from places hidden

Deep within these smoke-stained walls.

A voice that leaves us choices

Our yellowed fingers reach for mothballs.

Gasping whiskey-tinged air

Our brittle hair flies infest.

And we get dressed in this mornings newspaper


Oh Mighty Respirator

Please just enough sweet breaths

And then a puff from our stale cigarettes

Off & on, now & then

We'll make love in our mildewed beds

Off & on, in & out

Even if we knew paradise

I do believe we'd forget


You hear a distant calling

From beneath the squeaking floor

A friend who offers wisdom

Our troubled hearts reach out for more


Oh Mighty Respirator

Please just enough sweet breaths

And then a puff from our stale cigarettes

Off & on, now & then

We'll make love in our mildewed beds

Off & on, in & out

Even if we knew paradise

I do believe we'd forget