Anyone savvy about blogging will tell you that it's supposed to be used at times as a commentary on things like culture, recent headlines and trends, politics, government, economics, celebrity tabloid stuff, etc.. When I combine the heavy issues of the world at large with the heavy issues of my own world, sometimes honestly all I feel like doing is screaming, crying, or sleeping. So it may seem a little strange that, upon thinking of all the areas listed above, this is the response I'm choosing to focus on and share with you this day. I hope its relevance is not lost on all who read this; it certainly isn't lost on me:
This melancholy hormonal just-snowed-again-in April morning, I was soothed by the voice of my lovely husband, whisper-singing in my ear while we were lying in bed, "you don't know what it's like, baby you don't know what it's like, to love somebody, to love somebody, the way I love you..." Sometimes all I can say is: to heck with all the woes of the world and my own world; moments like these are what make life worth living. Filling life with many more moments such as these would be an outstanding antidote to "what needless pain we bear."
Today in the face of all I cannot change but wish desperately that I could, I cling to the sound of a whispered song from the voice of my own personal "inner-beast whisperer." May we all be so blessed to see enormous mounds of pain dissipate at the mere presence of tiny whispers.
the floor is yours--tell it like you see it...
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