Listening to the Breeders - Night of Joy
All the things that I have had no time for in the course of twelve hour days and nine day weeks have begun to pile up like a pregnant tide, ready to pour in and overwhelm irrisistably. Sandcastles will melt down to their elements and vast dykes will provide only temporary resistance. To solve this problem I must row out in a sinking boat and do battle with the ocean rising or seek higher ground and try to knock the moon from its tidal orbit. A flood is coming and I fear my levees wont hold.
Listening to Marcy Playground - Sex and Candy
We all go down with sinking ships, not just captains, skippers, first mates. We all bleed the same blood when one bleeds, scrapes a knee. We all die the same small death when one discovers mortality. And if we choose the way of grace, we thrill when one new babe is born, we welcome home each sea lost sailor, rejoice when one soul bows the knee.
Listening to Son House - Grinning in Your Face
Proverbs 14:10 (NIV)
Each heart knows its own bitterness,
and no one else can share its joy.
