My heart, my body; they seek their home.
Bobby and Ri: Books, Life and Love.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Blueprint
Like Cinderella's slipper, I searched far & wide, for the one who fit this wonderful song and chose to wear its sentiments.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Safety
"Breathe in the reflection, the bubble and flow
These are the flood waters from my well
And I am there, hand over womb
These are the flood waters from my well
And I am there, hand over womb
Haunting mouth against your neck
Whispering words with scented air
Wrapped in a caress that transcends the ages"
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Trust
The first time I ever heard this song was at a funeral. A dear friend lost her husband, after a long battle with cancer.
There were no hymns, though it was in a church. She chose this song. And she stood beside his coffin, with her hand on top of it, and wept as Roberta Flack's voice filled the hot summer air, and mingled with the sweat and tears of those gathered; so in awe of the love they had shared.
I remember, so clearly, thinking: 'I hope that one day I love someone so much, that every word of this song becomes true inside my bones. Inside my tissue and tendons and muscles and organs. I want to feel this way for my one.'
I heard it again, for the first time in a long time, today.
And I realised, my dreams had come true.
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