Blessed Good Friday

Yeah, when I was only 17,
I could hear the angels whispering
So I droned into the words and wandered aimlessly about
Until I heard my mother shouting through the fog
It turned out to be the howling of a dog
Or a wolf to be exact, the sound sent shivers down my back
But I was drawn into the pack and before long
They allowed me to join in and sing their song
So from the cliffs and highest hill, yeah
We would gladly get our fill
Howling endlessly and shrilly at the dawn
And I lost the taste for judging right from wrong
For my flesh had turned to fur, yeah
And my thoughts, they surely were
Turned to instinct and obedience to God.

-Blitzen Trapper "Furr"

Currently Furr By Blitzen Trapper see related

Pablo Neruda

means so much to me right now. 

Integrations

After everything, I will love you

as if it were always before,

as if after so much waiting,

not seeing you and you not coming,

you were breathing

close to me forever.

Close to me with your habits

with your color and your guitar

just as countries unite

in schoolroom lectures

and two regions become blurred

and there is a river near a river

and two volcanoes grow together.

Close to you is close to me

and your absence is far from everything

and the moon is the color of clay

in the night of quaking earth

when, in terror of the earth,

all the roots join together

and silence is heard ringing

with the music of fright.

Fear is also a street. 

And among its terrifying stones

tenderness somehow is able to march

with four feet and four lips. 

Since, without leaving the present

that is a fragile ring,

we touch the sand of yesterday

and on the sea, love reveals

a repeated fury.

"Burn down your cities and leave our farms, and your cities will spring up again as if by magic...but destroy our farms and the grass will grow in the streets of every city in the country."

-William Jennings Bryan

Birthday post

Today is Zane's 5th birthday. Our lives are very different from previous birthdays, so I'm sending him to school with a store bought cake (they dont allow homemade anything at school, sigh) and scooby doo plates and napkins.  I'll drop him off and kiss him hurriedly and he'll celebrate with who he spends most of his day with- his teachers and classmates.  I won't see the celebration, (though we are having our own smaller celebration on Thursday) I feel like I have been missing so much in not seeing him during the day.

His teacher told me that yesterday he was thinking a lot about butterflies, so they drew some, and talked about them ("Mom, did you know butterflies smell with their feet?!"). 

So, yes, I am complaining, but I am also grateful.  To all those who help me raise this little man, we've done a damn good job.