Tag Archives: subsequent children
Sometimes, just like my song’s title – there are no words. Perhaps my lesson is that the next time I’m angry, “no words” might be better. Continue reading →
I no longer see my children as a means of healing my broken heart. I want to see them fly like butterflies! Their transformation has been gradual but tremendous. Continue reading →
I am a singer/songwriter clearly who was influenced by the music of the 1970’s. One of the songs I used to sing was “Where Have All the Flowers Gone?” I’m certain that was my inspiration for “No Words” was that song. My three stanzas were written when I was probably seventeen years old. I did not remember any of the melody except perhaps for the very first line. Continue reading →
Last week, I rediscovered the melody to go with lyrics to an old, love song composed when I was seventeen. The song was called “No Words.” The song had three stanzas, but required something more. For some reason the song stood out for me as a song for my child, not for a lover anymore. I decided it would actually become a song for my “subsequent children.” Continue reading →
Although I am tired, I want to write about my lunch today seeing Lori and Allison. Both women looked absolutely wonderful; neither had changed at all – in fact all three of us looked radiant in comparison to those times where we carried the heavy load of grief. We all agreed that uncertainty made our lives precious indeed. We all talked about how keenly sensitive we were to other peoples’ tragedies, and how easy it was to absorb that pain. As we parted, we all agreed that it would not be another twelve years until we met again. Continue reading →
Before I rediscovered music, and joy, I was in “Zombieland” for many years. Zombieland represented an existence for me of “no feeling.” There was little heartache or tears, and certainly no joy. My energy was completely extended into coping with whatever situation I was facing, and was about survival. I accepted that existence for a very, long time. There was a reason for that. Before Zombieland, it was much worse. Zombieland might have been a numbing existence, but before Zombieland it was agony!
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