Mind races....thoughts don't seem to stop. Only relief is this keyboard. Pen and paper has been like poison to my imagination. Flowing out of me like water upon a silicone and plastic canvas. Typing as fast as my fingers allow me. Sure beats wondering what could have been or what should be. Maybe the answer is not for me to find but maybe it is already out there. I live to serve my Lord. Mercy and kindness I seek feeling like a prisoner in my own mind. Someone ask me to look at a picture of myself when I was a child. So innocent and sweet. I want to nurture that child that is still within me waiting to get out. The same one who open doors for people when they would come into our family store. The same one who shut her eyes and sported a cheesy grin in just about every picture since she was the age of two. I hear her tiny voice trying to harmonize to "Moon Shadow" by Cat Stevens as he sang through her brothers Record Player. Dual Tape deck did it adorn. No other finer. Granny had the best though with her console that held a rare beauty called the 8 track. Musical memories....It hurts to play but not to merely appreciate. It feels so good to let the vibrations of a song move your body. Quenching the thirst of my inner child and allows her voice to be heard a little louder...TBC
Friday, May 14, 2010
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