You know I love you baby
more than the whole wide world
you are my woman
I know you are my pearl
let's go out past the party lights
where we can finally be alone
come with me and we can take the long way home
come with me, together we can take the long way home
come with me, together we can take the long way home.
Tom Waits/Kathleen Brennan
Rain. More rain. Lots of rain. I have been loving every drop of it. Every drainage ditch is filled to the brim, and then some. The clouds hang heavy, their underbellies dragging across the landscape. It is so beautiful. Brings out the artist, right? One of my favorite photographers said something like, "...the only way to get a good photo is to go out there and get wet (or hot, or blown away, or all of it!)" I am still coughing like crazy, but I took the long road home, for some quality-time with LC and the camera. Coughing be damned.
There's a place out there, where the vineyards are manicured, and the places for the water to travel are controlled, directed. The "drop" is gradual, with these amazing steps of concrete. When all the water is calmed down, it flows gently, quietly. Today it is rushing, clamoring, noisy. Wrecked my hair-style, got my camera soaked. Oh God, I love it!
Last night Wayne and I went to see/listen to John Prine. I have vacuumed many a rug to Mr. Prine. Wayne sings his songs, even I heard him singing last night. It was fun to hear the audience sing with John, those songs are in us like our breath, on us like our freckles. Someone noted last night, that the audiences are getting pretty old. And, my youngest and his fiancee were there, so the whole audience wasn't old ;-)
Falling. Flowing. Wet. Spring.
Forgiveness, it seems, cannot be forced. When we are brave enough to open our hearts to ourselves, however, forgiveness will emerge. Pema Chodron, from "The Places That Scare You."
And that, is what the seasons teach.