#31 sticks and stones seashells and feathers
We put them in the alter in our room. Would you know that things got better, I wrote it in the letter, that I’ll read to you in bed. All that it said was…
… I think I must be dreaming, because the life that we are living is a miracle to me.
Thanks for listening! ☝️👂🌊
Written post retreat on the beach, no sleep and a jolting reminder that I had 2 hours to write and record a song or be kicked out of my own game.
Maybe it was the struggle of pushing through exhaustion and allowing something to come through, or maybe it’s because I wish I had ocean sounds in the background of all my songs- but I like this one.
The prompt was, “the sidelong glance.”
Lyrics:
I used to spend my days alone
But then I found something more worth my time
Salt and sun we were having fun
In sand we wrote the letters I love you
It started in the ocean
The waves began to crash into me
You came up out of no where
And held me up til I caught my feet
We danced into the dining room
We laughed and barely ate our food
Then I saw the way I looked at you
In the reflection of my untouched wine
And then the sidelong glance you gave was telling
And we skipped dessert and kissed behind my car
You know what it is
We got the kind of love that consumes
And I’ll let it burn me down to ash
If I’m scattered next to you
But if I may live
I’ll spend whatever time that I’ve got
Chasing the days I get with you
Don’t wanna blink before they’re gone
Sticks and stones, sea shells and feathers
We put them on the alter in our room
Would you know that things got better
I wrote it in a letter that I’ll read to you in bed
All that is says is I think I must be dreaming
Because the life that we are living
Is a miracle to me
You know what it is
We got the kind of love that consumes
And I’ll let it burn me down to ash
If I’m scattered next to you
But if I may live
I’ll spend whatever time that I’ve got
Chasing the days I get with you
Don’t wanna blink before they’re gone
xogb
I realized I messed up the numbering last week.. should have been 30, not 29 but getting back on track this week for #31 feels sufficient enough to pacify my backwards ocd.
It feels like seasons are changing for me.
In Ohio I always felt a natural rhythm of moods that were associated with the four seasons. Here in Colombia it’s mostly two seasons, dry or wet- and I gotta think it has an impact on this emotional cadence I had grown up with. Fall into winter into spring into summer- so poetic.
Though the seasonal changes here are different, I still find myself in a cyclical ebbing and flowing emotional cadence.
In my head it’s rainy season here, time to grow, in my heart it’s fall, time to change.
August is just about upon us and that means I’ll be heading out for a summer tour with Satsang through the Rockies.
It’s an exciting time for me, all facets of life are moving, and fortunately- it’s all positive.
See y’all in a few days.
thanks for checking in,
xogb 🐝❤️🧙♂️