love wins!
there are so many ways ways to walk this dream. dark alleys to take. barbwire fences to scale and trees with rotton bark to climb. fear can push into corners and still me in fright. people can talk me into things i completely dislike. i easily become a dragon, not the kind my kid draws on the sidwalk with pink chalk but the kind that rips down the walls of the mountain that shelters your from strife. i can worry about the next day or wish i had what i don’t today. i can point my finger at you and say what I wouldn’t want to hear. i listen to things that i shouldn’t believe or care about and i hold them in my heart for day upon day until i sob on his shoulder as we sit under the Blood Moon and he looks me in the eye and asks me ‘did you know? did you know that a flock of crows is called a Murder’. and I wipe my tears away and smile and know i hold that magic, the magic of murder. the magic and murder of Love. because in the end love wins. love wins and it wins and it wins. it pushes me to the ground and holds me by the shoulders and it never lets me up until i say it out loud, clear, from the bottom of my gut LOVE WINS. it drools on my shoulder and pulls at my breasts and brings me peaceful sleep at night with the rise and fall of baby breath. it is the only thing there really is. it is the only thing there really is.
Love wins.
ABSOLUTELY!
Comment by Ninotchka — October 5, 2009 @ 1:02 am
“it pushes me to the ground and holds me by the shoulders and it never lets me up until i say it out loud, clear, from the bottom of my gut LOVE WINS.”
This made chills run down my spine.
Comment by gearhead mama — October 5, 2009 @ 2:03 am
Thanks for the reminder!
Comment by Aina — October 5, 2009 @ 4:04 am
Is that you? Tonight?
Love wins. See my latest post. It is about YOU!
Comment by brooke — October 5, 2009 @ 4:47 am
Gorgeous post, gorgeous picture.
Thank you for sharing.
Comment by janis — October 5, 2009 @ 7:20 am
My Z!!! I love her!
You are my heart and soul and reminding me always of the winner called Love.
Comment by MereMortal — October 5, 2009 @ 4:00 pm
I got into a bar fight with Love once. She knocked me out. When I came to I had two missing teeth and all of Love’s drink for that evening were added to my tab. Love wins.
Comment by VanillaPimple — October 5, 2009 @ 7:14 pm
vanilla pimple, nobody said love can’t be a Bitch. Looking forward to your next show…best BAND NAME EVER.
Comment by misplacedmama — October 6, 2009 @ 5:26 am
Beautiful blog, beautiful photos. So real and raw and, yes, brimming with love. I’m glad I stumbled upon this. I’m encouraged by the Buddhist tidbits. I’m going to be a mom soon, so I’m new at this, this mom thing and blogging thing. I’ll keep reading– please stop by and read mine at altmama.blogspot.com/. Tips or ideas are most welcome, of course, on blogging or mama-ing or whatever.
Thanks, and all the best.
Comment by Taylor (AltMama) — October 17, 2009 @ 10:41 pm