sweet, sweet, sweet. sweet sunflowers

This morning I felt inclined to treat myself to sunflowers. I bought two and got one for free, making me all the more glad that I had let my dollars go. One can never be unhappy in the presence of something so lovely. I stood them in a jar in my bedroom and there they will stay until their petals begin to tumble. Though I wish they wouldn't. I'd like them to be there for a lifetime. Such a happy sight. I think that when we (me and whoever he may be) make a home there needs to be a place for sunflowers. Lots of them. Yes. I think so.

 

 

This song is not as happy as a sunflower but is equally as nice.

LOW, SUNFLOWER

 

fond farewell to a friend

In the last two months I have been a witness to wonderous things. I have met new faces and fell in love with places and seen changes I never thought I would see. Particular people have been a blessing and I hope with all my heart that they know. They have taught me to be happy and to be hopeful. And so I am.

Today we sat in the sunshine until it became shadows and even then we stayed. We told all kinds of tales and we let our laughter linger. When the moon finally started to climb we said goodbye. For one it was farewell for twenty-four months. He is off to an island where he will teach those that will listen and preach what he knows to be true. Goodness and mercy will follow him as he goes, I know.

here's to you mr robinson

My soul was sweetly filled with joy as I sat in the company of my English friend Dave, whom I hadn't seen for a time. Some mornings I wish that I had woken to the sound of him singing Swing Low Sweet Chariot over and over again, just like I used to. Twas always a pleasant surprise and such a glorious start to any day.

We made ourselves at home on a lonesome bench in the middle of town and serenaded strangers. The sounds of our voices, twisted somewhere in between our lips and the ears of those that listened.

Something I have missed.  

Bring your merry self back one day, and we will do it all over again.   

 

take me home

Take me out of the city and take me far from the road. Take me to places I don't know.

The other night I dreamt that I walked for hours through the night and by the time I stopped I was too far to turn around. I was a little frightened but I felt free. I was somewhere by the sea.

Some days I wish my toes would take me away. Take me on an adventure to somewhere new. My feet are itching for freedom to find, to discover.

I will be crossing off the days and counting down the months until I am no longer tied to the city. I am hoping a new home will look something like this..

TAKE ME HOME , JULIA STONE.

addison marie

I remember the excitement I felt when she was born. I remember holding her tiny body tight with a sadness in my soul before I went away, knowing that she wouldn't be so small when I returned.

There is no better feeling than to have a baby in your arms. I often like to think that those I cuddle close are my own.. 

I long for the day when there will be a body that will belong to me.  

hello sunshine, come into my life

I fell asleep on a patch of green beneath the bluest sky this afternoon and let the slightest feeling of summer warm me right to my bones. Such a feeling is one that I have truly missed. It is a feeling I am glad has returned.

September and the sunshine have brought a certain happiness to my soul. My mind seems clearer. Brighter. I feel inspired and creative. My heart has been humbled by the presence of new people. I only wish I was brave enough to tell them so..

Amidst the bliss I have been building dreams and letting my mind wander wherever it may. I have been playing certain songs over and over, listening again and again to the sounds and letting them linger. I have been sitting in silence, in solitude and thinking. Breathing. Feeling.

Something is coming. Something good. Something wonderful.

spring is here i hear

Oh happy day!

 

 A certain gladness filled my soul when I woke this morning. Perhaps twas the result of a glorious night or the simple sweetness of spring.

 

I got a wee bit excited for the season and stitched my joyful sentiments on pieces from my Grammy's collection of pretty things. Favourites from Ella Fitzgerald filled my bedroom and I sang along while I sewed..

 

salutations springtime

melt my cares away

turn around bright eyes

At the very start of last week I wrote a new song called Hide Away. It made me realise that I have been somewhat lost for a time..

Since he left on that Tuesday in July I have wandered through days unsure of the soul that I am. My cup of confidence has never been full but it is surely emptier than it was before he walked away. I am finding it hard to be comfortable like I always was.

For more than three hundred days I heard daily how much I was adored. With those words no longer lingering I am becoming shy. More so than is usual for a wallflower.

Discovering darkness is difficult. It is frightening. Trying to tiptoe around it is near impossible. It is tiring.

I have always been content in the company of my own soul. I seldom felt the need for somebody else, seldom felt so lonely until now. So such feelings are new. They are troubling.

I feel awkward. Anxious and uncertain.

Things are getting better though. Much better.

My lengthy limbs are slowly stumbling out of my shell and I am finding my way. I am beginning to realise that there is much to be happy about.

Days are getting brighter and my boots are getting lighter. Faces seem friendlier and not so frightening. My cup is filling up and so, I am thankful.

Towards the end of the week I wrote another song called Forget Me. It made me realise that if I am to have a house, a man, a baby and delilah the cow I must keep my chin up.

And I will.


HIDE AWAY
am i a little too late to wonder where i am, a little too far to hold your hand?
is it too late to question, to ask why you ran?
does it all make sense in your mind or does it fold and flicker, do you find -

when you're quiet it comes to life? does it eat you from the inside?
in the darkness of the light are you alright or do you hide away from all mankind?

like a freckle on your chest or on your shoulder, a mark he made when he would hold you.
are you afraid of living, of getting older?
does it all make sense in your mind or does it fold and flicker, do you find -

when you're quiet it comes to life? does it eat you from the inside?
in the darkness of the light are you alright or do you hide away?

does it all make sense in your head or does it fumble over all the things you said?

and when you're quiet does it come to life? does it eat you from the inside?
in the darkness of the light are you alright or do you hide away?
do you hide away?
hide away..


FORGET ME
there is love lingering just around the corner. let it grow before i know ya.
i will make a home before you get here, make a place to hold your heart dear.
all the while i'll leave it lingering around the corner.

don't forget.
don't forget me.

i find it hard not to wonder, not to think about.
'cause you've got me under, got me waiting just around the corner.
lt me grow before i know ya.
i will make a home before you get here, make a place to hold your heart dear.
all the while i'll leave it lingering around the corner.

don't forget.
don't forget me.

there is love lingering just around the corner. let it grow before i know ya.
i will make a home before you get here, make a place to hold your heart dear.
all the while i'll leave it lingering around the corner.

don't forget.
don't forget me.