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Angel From Montgomery

I am an old woman named after my mother
My old man is another child that’s grown old
If dreams were thunder and lightnin’ was desire
This old house would’ve burned down a long time ago

Make me an Angel that flies from Montgomery
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing that I can hold onto
To believe in this livin’ is just a hard way to go

When I was a young girl, well, I had me a cowboy
Weren’t much to look at just a free ramblin’ man
But that was a long time and no matter how I try
The years just flow by like a broken down dam

Make me an Angel that flies from Montgomery
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing that I can hold onto
To believe in this livin’ is just a hard way to go

There’s flies in the kitchen, I can hear ’em in there buzzin’
And I ain’t done nothin’ since I woke up today
How the hell can a person go to work in the mornin’
And come home in the evenin’ and have nothin’ to say?

Make me an Angel that flies from Montgomery
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing that I can hold onto
To believe in this livin’ is just a hard way to go
To believe in this livin’ is just a hard way to go

You’ve Broken the Speed of the Sound of Loneliness

You come home late and you come home early
You come on big when you’re feeling small
You come home straight and you come home curly
Sometimes you don’t come home at all

Chorus:
So what in the world’s come over you
And what in heaven’s name have you done
You’ve broken the speed of the sound of loneliness
You’re out there running just to be on the run

Well I got a heart that burns with a fever
And I got a worried and a jealous mind
How can a love that’ll last forever
Get left so far behind

Repeat Chorus:

It’s a mighty mean and a dreadful sorrow
It’s crossed the evil line today
Well, how can you ask about tomorrow
We ain’t got one word to say

Repeat Chorus:

Ending:
You’re out there running just to be on the run
You’re out there running just to be on the run
You’re out there running just to be on the run

When I awoke it was still dark and I ambled downstairs to let the dogs out in the yard.  Just as the Boston Terrier was starting back up the driveway she suddenly turned and disappeared alongside the house.

I waited for her at the front door and began to grow anxious as the time passed.  I went inside and caught up on my correspondence and thumbed through a National Geographic while I waited her return.   I put on my winter jacket to walk to the trail head of the nearby woods and began calling her name.  Except for my voice it was very quiet this morning and I could catch no glimpse of her anywhere.  I eventually walked back toward my home and calmed myself as best I could.  Then I noticed TODAY.

The morning is so beautiful.   The darkened colors have come alive in the sunshine:  deep burgandies, brown, gold and burnt auburn permeate the moist morning air.   Brush areas that just a few weeks ago were filled with green growth now reveal vistas of decaying ground cover, leaves, and deer trails in the distance.  Sunrays brighten the shadowed tree branches and glisten amidst autumn leaves.

After more than an hour had passed I heard Mika’s urgent whines at the front door.   I was filled with gratitude for her return.  I decided to take a few images of the beauty I had seen.  Then I thanked Mika and invited her upstairs to join me in the bedroom while I posted these photographs.    Not a bad way to start the day….

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I know this now. Every man gives his life for what he believes. Every woman gives her life for what she believes. Sometimes people believe in little or nothing yet they give their lives to that little or nothing. One life is all we have and we live it as we believe in living it. And then it is gone. But to sacrifice what you are and live without belief, that's more terrible than dying.--

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Beannacht

On the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance you.

And when your eyes
freeze behind
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets in to you,
may a flock of colours,
indigo, red, green,
and azure blue
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays
in the currach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.

John O'Donohue, Echoes of Memory