9/1/08
To get our minds off spiders--Antibiotics Anyone?
Just for the heck of it, play this song "Thank You" as you read the lyrics.(Beau (son) and I saw her do this in concert. I know she's brash, harsh, arrogant, and angry, but I LIKE her honesty. She was worried that the charity money she sent to India wasn't getting there, so she flew over to check. Wrote this song when she got back. Try it--but it's not the same unless you HEAR the music.)
How about getting off of these antibiotics
How about stopping eating when I'm filled up
How about them transparent dangling carrots
How about that ever elusive kudo
Thank you India/ Thank you terror/Thank you disillusionment
Thank you frailty/Thank you consequence
Thank you, thank you, silence
How about me not blaming you for everything
How about me enjoying the moment for once
How about how good it feels to finally forgive you
How about grieving it all one at a time
Thank you India/Thank you terror/Thank you disillusionment
Thank you frailty/Thank you consequence
Thank you thank you silence
The moment I let go of it was
The moment I got more than I could handle
The moment I jumped off of it was
The moment I touched down
How about no longer being masochistic
How about remembering your divinity
How about unabashedly bawling your eyes out
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I love that song.
And I also love that she never seems afraid of her truths, whatever they may be.
I knew we were kindred spirits. Go to bed.
Sis Morgan,
I randomly fell upon a scripture about honesty the other day. It reminded me of what you teach us in the WC.
1 Nephi 14 21: "Behold, he shall see and write....Wherefore, the things which he shall write are just and true." Then at the end of verse 21 it says, "The things which were written were plain and pure, and most precious and easy to the understanding of all men."
Thanks for teaching us to see more clearly and to write more honestly.
Thank you for thanking me. I just found this post. And it's a day when all my failures (many years' worth) are staring me in the face so much that I can't even get to church. I needed this small encouragement saying I did at least one tiny thing right, which touch another person in a positive way. Does anyone else have these horrid days where they remember everyone they've ever hurt and wish the mountains would fall on top of them? I promise to myself that I'm never going to hold back a feeling of gratitude toward someone again--no matter how small-- as I see the power of your "thank you" today.
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