Do you remember when life used to make sense? When there was a pattern to follow? And things seemed to make sense? Do you remember when ignorance was bliss and there was no reason to dig deep within to pull up what is hidden? Do you remember when roses were beautiful and the sky was brilliant? And when you were swept away in song at the amazing wonder of the day? Do you remember when innocence was a thing of beauty not to be scorned? And when childhood was a gift not a burden? Do you remember the feeling of your father's kiss behind your ear? And the feeling of security at a glance from your mom? Do you remember when life was not heavy and hard, full of sweat and sorrow? Will it again be that way? Will it again hold the joy it once did? Will it again sparkle and shine? Will it ever again be fresh and new?
20 October 2010
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Do you remember when life used to make sense? When there was a pattern to follow? And things seemed to make sense? Do you remember when ignorance was bliss and there was no reason to dig deep within to pull up what is hidden? Do you remember when roses were beautiful and the sky was brilliant? And when you were swept away in song at the amazing wonder of the day? Do you remember when innocence was a thing of beauty not to be scorned? And when childhood was a gift not a burden? Do you remember the feeling of your father's kiss behind your ear? And the feeling of security at a glance from your mom? Do you remember when life was not heavy and hard, full of sweat and sorrow? Will it again be that way? Will it again hold the joy it once did? Will it again sparkle and shine? Will it ever again be fresh and new?
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"Then Sir Beaumains... rode all that ever he might ride through marshes and fields and great dales, that many times... he plunged over the head in deep mires, for he knew not the way, but took the gainest way in that woodness... And at the last him happened to come to a fair green way."
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(blessings to you dear aimee, for i believe you to be taking the gainest way in this woodness and likewise believe that you shall come to a fair green way)
Thank you for that April!! I keep reminding myself that you got your house...everything else has to come together too, right?
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