When you begin to touch your heart or let your heart be touched, you begin to discover that it's bottomless, that it doesn't have any resolution, that this heart is huge, vast, and limitless. You begin to discover how much warmth and gentleness is there, as well as how much space. ~Pema Chodron~
My want is to tear it apart, this moment of peace, days without despair. My wants are so often wrong, wants misinterpreted as need; instincts that have proven untrustworthy, desires that drive decisions ...
But I'm good; turned a corner and bumped into hope.
I'm working on another song. I throw it out because it's there. Working is the key word here and I'm not a musician in any sense of the word. (Van & Bud - help!)
Funny how I can show you every scar, strip naked in bright light and tell all my dirty little secrets, but to put a song out here... takes all of my nerve. so I put it up and take it down, post it, delete, rinse, wash, repeat
8 comments:
Wow. that's you? Wow.
That quote--i don't think my heart is bottomless. Now i feel inferior. Silly me.
Oferheavensake! Record the damn thing and post it up. It's just another way to write, and lookit what happened with this blog way -- good stuff by way of stumbling and honesty.
I like the heart quote. Feels familiar (I'll let you know when I'm sure).
So, uh..That bidness about wanting to just break it all up, fuckit up... Some need for... chaos?... One of these days, you and I might talk about chaos and order and passion. Best when I have better details to talk about than now but that's probably going to be soon-ish anyhow. Regardless, I'm thinking you're not wrong about it, just not sure how to handle it. We have needs, y'know.
Meno your heart is topless, even better.
David, Ok, it's back up and I trust you to give honest feedback and suggestions. I hate the simplistic repeatative pattern, but I'm so limited in chordage and any clue as to what I'm doin.
And the prompt is exactly what I need... I've a swirling vortex that needs some order.
i'd love to help and thanks to getting fired yesterday, i've got plenty of time now!
let the Rough Train roll...scary on the edge...leap...you'll be fine and we'll be there to catch.
No, Van. Shit. I'm sorry. I wish I had more than big love. Bastards.
Justin, How lucky am I to have such strong arms to fall into.
Thank you.
Sounds like a sound plan, a bit like blogging really.
BEst wishes
And so I'll echo your wise words to me...
"I wish we could let loose of self doubt with reason and intellect... it's time to believe."
I HAVE heard your music and it is all that you are. Beautiful, soulful, authentic...amazing.
Blessings to you this afternoon :)
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