I downloaded the new Lucinda Williams album a few weeks ago and so many things about this song left a familiar lump in my throat, ache in my heart, and pit in my stomach. Grief is tackled in many art forms but there is something so raw and resounding about her words here--the idea of a 57 year old woman who might as well be 7 when faced with the confusion and expansiveness of loss.
"And I'm 57 but I could be 7 years old,
Cos I will never be able
to comprehend the expansiveness
of what I've just learned
But you, have disappeared
You have been released
You are flecks of light
You are missed
Somewhere, spinning round the sun
Circling the moon
Traveling through time
You are missed"
I was laying awake in bed, totally unable to sleep (this is sadly quite normal for me), so I grabbed my cell phone to check/reply to emails etc... I ended up back at my blog (which is amazing since unlike 99% of the population I do not have an iPhone or Blackberry) and for some reason decided to click the "next blog" link at the top. Usually I end up on a blog that is written in a language I don't speak, or one that doesn't have a "next blog" option... instead yours came up, and it ceased to matter if yours has a "next blog" option at the top or not. I got out of bed, wandered into the livingroom to flip on the lap top just so I could re-find and "follow" your blog.
ReplyDeleteI'm in love and heartbroken all at once. ♥
I realize that this comment has very little to do with the post I'm placing it under, but I figured since it was the most recent one it made the most sense, you know.
Your story is beautiful. The story you've lived, the one you are living, and the one you will continue to live. I look forward to all the wisdom you have to share along the way.
Thank you so very much.
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