So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road
And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope . . .
And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope . . .
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| my window. |
i'm listening to ceremonials by florence in the machine. for the 147th time.
i listen as my voice changes and i face the fear that what if my new voice doesn't sound pretty? what if it's gravelly and growly? what if it's too strong and harsh before it mellows like fine wine?
No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew daylight could be so violent
A revelation in the light of day . . .
I never knew daylight could be so violent
A revelation in the light of day . . .
:: do brave things ::
my voice deepens and my hips, they carve out space beside me.
i raise my foot to pound the earth.
The grass was so green against my new clothes,
And I did cartwheels in your honour.
Dancing on tiptoes,
My own secret ceremonials,
Before the service began.
In the graveyard, doing handstands.
And the only solution was to stand and fight,
And my body was loose and I was set alight
But she came over me like some holy rite
And although I was burning, you're the only light
Only if for a night
And I did cartwheels in your honour.
Dancing on tiptoes,
My own secret ceremonials,
Before the service began.
In the graveyard, doing handstands.
And the only solution was to stand and fight,
And my body was loose and I was set alight
But she came over me like some holy rite
And although I was burning, you're the only light
Only if for a night
i curve into my new path, where the ground is holy and i am oh-so-alive;
my steps, a war-dance of their own.
and i cradle these primal soul-lungs
with the same wonder and enchantment as if they were newly-born
(because they are)
and i do my own secret ceremonials
ceremonials and handstands in the graveyard of the life i lay down.
I threw my arms around Her legs,
(Came to weeping, came to weeping) . . .
__ (Came to weeping, came to weeping) . . .
:: all lyrics in bold by florence and the machine.
You speak and my deep parts always let out a resonate cry. And to know you dance with Florence too? We were meant to be together.
ReplyDeleteYou are brave, beautiful Rain. Your voice may change but it will be changed into a more raw vibrant spoken word..That is something worth celebrating. Don't give into the fear, give into the hope.
ReplyDeleteLove the poetry and mysticism. Happy holidays.
Cheers
Your voice will always be your voice. yours and only yours.. and no matter what form it takes, it will be beautiful because it *is* yours. xo
ReplyDeleteglynis, you are so sweet. thank you.
ReplyDeletekmarie..."give in to the hope"...i love that. it feels like sweet surrender to life. thank you for those words.
the life artist, you know, it's the same with you. <3 and yes, there's something about florence, isn't there? something raw and tribal. i can frequently be seen under the red light pounding my steering wheel to her powerful rhythms.
You take me there. Your questions, hope, and determination are palpable. For what else is there but throwing our arms around her legs?
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ReplyDeletedancing beside you sister
pounding that holy ground
our voices raised high
lifted to the heavens
saying
yes
yes
yes
Love and Light
Thank you so much for stopping by my blog. I had followed you several months ago, but the for some reason your posts never showed up in my feed. Glad I came over again and see that you write frequently...will have to figure out how to follow your posts for real. So much of what you write resonates with me...
ReplyDeleteI love her album. So evocative and captivating. My favorite is probably "Spectrum"
ReplyDelete"i curve into my new path, where the ground is holy and i am oh-so-alive."
ReplyDeleteLOVE this! Needed this. I'm off to check out this amazing artist that you mention.
You, my friend, ARE doing brave things and this inspires me.
I love this! And have definitely done this as well. But something in me is scared of being caught doing it so bravo for putting out here for us!
ReplyDeletep.s. I do love Florence and the Machine, though I only know a little of her stuff, thanks for a new tip ;)
Your voice brims with artistry. I love your poetic words here. They ask me to slow down as I read instead of skimming past.
ReplyDeletei have recently discovered florence and the machine via pandora, and i have fallen in love. this is gripping, as though you've pealed back the broken paint to show the paneling beneath. this is so beautiful, dear one.
ReplyDeleteI just began to listen to Florence and the machine. I love her voice. This was a powerful piece.
ReplyDeletei'm a little too tired to understand the deeper layers of this right now, i'm afraid. but it's making me think, and i really appreciate this: the understating, the leaving with something to chew on.
ReplyDeleteLovely. Thank you for sharing this sacred space through your eyes and pen.
ReplyDeleteYour voice in words rings out beautiful!!
ReplyDelete"where the ground is holy and i am so alive..." joining you in this war dance, friend, in this fight for hope... now, i'm going to go and listen to florence and the machine. xo
ReplyDeleteok i am just going to geek out a bit...love florence and the machine...it is in the cd player in the car right now...saw them with U2 this summer and fell in love...did you know they are on XFactor tomorrow night too...ok geek out over...
ReplyDeleteI love how primal this is...I feel as though we've been sitting around a bonfire and we have been overcome by His goodness and we twirl and leap unabashedly for His love.
ReplyDeletedance away sister.
ReplyDeletei must say, my dreamcatcher and your incense go hand in hand.
xo. warm hugs.
have i really not commented on this?! wow...i've been more busy than i thought! i always make time to comment on your posts!
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first of all i have to say my usual: i love this. a lot. "i carve my new path, where the ground is holy and i am oh-so-alive..." i think that sentence struck me the most. i want that. i want to pursue holy ground. pursue being oh-so-alive. settling for anything less is not enough.
such tender pieces of you laid out bare for us to treasure. I do. thank you.
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