Whirlwinds and Song

In the past week:

  • I edited 77,000 words last week
  • plotted out and started rewriting my new ending
  • attended the Maryland Faerie Festival with my sister, my niece, and several friends
  • and I sold my house on 6/15/16 (a lovely palindrome of a date)

This week was the last week for too many people and a terribly hard week for too many other people.

Sunday, I listened to “Hands” and let it bring me hope.

If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we’re all ok
And not to worry because worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these
I will not be made useless
I won’t be idled with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear

CHORUS
My hands are small, I know,
But they’re not yours they are my own
But they’re not yours they are my own
And I am never broken

Poverty stole your golden shoes
But it didn’t steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But i knew it wasn’t ever after

We will fight, not out of spite
For someone must stand up for what’s right
Cause where there’s a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing

CHORUS

In the end only kindness matters
In the end only kindness matters

I will get down on my knees and I will pray
I will get down on my knees and I will pray
I will get down on my knees and I will pray

CHORUS

CHORUS

We are never broken

I kept re-watching Lin-Manuel Miranda’s acceptance speech/sonnet: here.

Tonight, I’m listening to “Landslide“, letting it speak to me.

I took my love and I took it down
Climbed a mountain and I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
Till the landslide brought me down

Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
And can I sail through the changing ocean tides
Can I handle the seasons of my life?
Oh oh I don’t know, oh I don’t know

Well, I’ve been afraid of changing
‘Cause I’ve built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Even children get older
And I’m getting older too

Well, I’ve been afraid of changing
‘Cause I’ve built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Even children get older
I’m getting older too
Oh I’m getting older too

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Hopefully, tomorrow looks brighter for all of us.

 

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