It was visceral, last night. A full load of emotions all built up to singing, screaming and playing to the maximum intensity as I was capable. I recall almost passing out at the microphone.
And if I fell, who might catch me?
This is the week, though. Anticipation abundant. It happens a different week every year, but in six of those trips around the sun, I’ve always held a reverence for this week. The lead up to my favorite show. A day that will always be of the highest stature. Because of what happens during the day, sure. Love, charity, music, friends, and so on. All the best things.
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So today, was not what I thought it would be. As though it ever could be to be begin with.
Yet still, what I had vaguely schemed the first time I attempted waking this morning was far off from what was. But looking back, I see it was all with the theme.
Worth time? Money? Worth heartbreak and sorrow? Worth loss?
What is worth you best intentions? Why is some other worth none at all?
Is it worth the effort? Worth any of this at all?
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Their faces. Their moments. The way they sway, sound and smile. Laugh and cry and love. How they wander. And how they take root. And grow. And how part of a person can be stuck in time. Frozen. The amber of the moment, if you will. And what it is to see someone you haven’t seen in ages. To hear their heart pour into words. If only just almost.