If I should have a daughter, instead of Mom, she’s gonna call me Point B, because that way she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me. And I’m going to paint solar systems on the backs of her hands, so she has to learn the entire universe before she can say, “Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.” And she’s going to learn that this life will hit you hard in the face, wait for you to get back up just so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air. There is hurt here that cannot be fixed by Band-Aids or poetry. So the first time she realizes that Wonder Woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself. Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried. “And, baby,” I’ll tell her, don’t keep your nose up in the air like that. I know that trick; I’ve done it a million times. You’re just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house, so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else find the boy who lit the fire in the first place, to see if you can change him.” But I know she will anyway, so instead I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boots nearby, because there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix. Okay, there’s a few heartbreaks that chocolate can’t fix. But that’s what the rain boots are for. Because rain will wash away everything, if you let it. I want her to look at the world through the underside of a glass-bottom boat, to look through a microscope at the galaxies that exist on the pinpoint of a human mind, because that’s the way my mom taught me. That there’ll be days like this. ♫ There’ll be days like this, my momma said. ♫ When you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises; when you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you want to save are the ones standing on your cape; when your boots will fill with rain, and you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment. And those are the very days you have all the more reason to say thank you. Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s swept away. You will put the wind in winsome, lose some. You will put the star in starting over, and over. And no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute, be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life. And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting, I am pretty damn naive. But I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily, but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it. “Baby,” I’ll tell her, “remember, your momma is a worrier, and your poppa is a warrior, and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more.” Remember that good things come in threes and so do bad things. And always apologize when you’ve done something wrong. But don’t you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining. Your voice is small, but don’t ever stop singing. And when they finally hand you heartache, when they slip war and hatred under your door and offer you handouts on street-corners of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that they really ought to meet your mother.
It doesn’t matter if I’ve walked the walk once or a thousand times; there is always something new, fascinating, breathtaking or that simply makes me smile.
We should never take anything for granted; we are truly honoured to be the custodians of such a majestic and beautiful world.
I must extend my humble apologies to the entirety of South West Water’s customer base for the epically long shower I took this morning! I am so tired…I just did not want to get out of that wonderfully hot, pelting stream of watery goodness! I would have simply allowed myself to stay there forever, slowly letting the steady barrage of water contour me with its enveloping power; except the hot water ran out!
Whilst in the [epic] shower (and having personally ensured this Summer’s county hosepipe ban!), my mind was base jumping off different structures of thought when it occurred to me that I’ve been remiss in my musical offerings…
A couple of years ago, I was introduced to Anouk by a very special person who I miss greatly.
The lady has a power. She has a power in her voice, her intonation and her delivery that brings the words and music to a raw and emotional life.
She gives us the wonderful One Word, Love, Michel, With You, Lost and Three Days in a Row amongst her many other tracks; and whilst her style is tentatively chameleon-like, changing with each offering, she brings such a distinct presence you cannot fail to recognise her mark.
I definitely get lost in the words to these songs.
A little bit of country for our little bit of glorious early sunshine. Mr Urban’s smooth and sexy voice just delivers Making Memories of Us straight to my soul. Good music.
I wanna stand out in a crowd for you
A man among men
I wanna make your world better than it’s ever been
Some might mumble Björk; but I would mumble my disagreement in return. Ms Torrini has a voice with a fragility and delicacy of feeling, that flows comfortably alongside a gentle power.
Wrote you this, I hope you got it safe, it’s been so long I don’t know what to say. Sunny Road
Lets stay awake and listen to the dark, before the birds, before they all wake up. Birds
Uueerrggarrghh. It’s one of ‘those’ days today! I feel like I’m staring at life from the outside!
I need input – I’m like Number 5!
Where’s my trading fours partner? Come on over, let’s get some communication, debate, ideas and improv. flowing!
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
From Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost
p.s. ♫ trading fours is a jazz term – a four bar exchange of improvised play between musicians!
Our beautiful Moon will be at its best the next few days – a perigree Super Moon! Don’t miss it – it’s been 20 years since it was last dropping by this close to say hi!
I can’t wait for the thrilling photography that will pop up all over the net soon – there’s going to be some beautiful shots!
Listen to the exaltation of the dawn;
Look to this day for it is life
The very life of life.
In its brief course lie the verities
And realities of your existence,
The glory of action,
The bliss of growth,
And the splendour of beauty;
For yesterday is only a dream
And tomorrow is only a vision;
But today well-lived, makes
Every yesterday a dream of happiness
And every tomorrow a vision of hope
Look well therefore to this day;
Such is the salutation to the dawn.