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Tuesday 26 June 2012

Them's the brakes...A late Monday Offering



We drive until the gas is gone
And then walk until our feet are torn
Crawl until we feed the soil
Film the whole thing

It's all business in the left-hand lane
Drive there and then drive back again
Escape can't be the only way to escape

So I've gotten used to coffee sweats
Still getting used to road regrets
And hell I took you up on all your threats to leave

It's a shame
It's a crying shame
Them's the breaks
And ain't it always the way
That takes you back to from where it is you came

And Robbie likes his country tunes
It's never been the lens that I see through
But I guess driving for a week or two
Puts words in your mouth

So find ___ and then get out of it
It's about as country as I get
So you ain't living 'til you're living it
Not dead 'til you die

But watch out for the paraphrase
'Cause they will crown you and they will take your legs
See the gas is more than what you get paid
But do it anyway

It's a shame
It's a crying shame
Them's the breaks
And ain't it always the way
It takes you back to from where it is you came

It's a shame
It's a crying shame
Them's the breaks
And ain't it always the way
It takes you back to from where it is you came



Loving that song right now
it's been busy here
we have had company
so I have not had my usual writing time
but as the song says
them's the brakes.....


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I also wanted to share this beautiful poem
posted by my sister friend
you can find her
and more of her beautiful words here
this is her heart song:




gather
gather yourselves around the fires of your hearts
gather together
a shared lineage
of woman’s work
of birth
and death
gather in the morning
and in the mourning
gather in the dark
and in the darkness
gather
fingers intertwined
dreams dancing
secret dreams
spill them onto the earth
and run your toes through them
as the dust flies around your flowing hair
then fall… spent
emptied of all your wishes
your hopes
your pain
fall face first
lips to ground
feel the winds fingers caress your back
gather close to the roots of the trees
and take your nourishment there
and then gather
palm to palm
eye to eye
breath to breath
and go back into the world , united but separate once again

written by Nyssa
seer of the unseen
knower of the unknown
sacred woman
vulnerable soul
mother, daughter,sister, friend
seeker, journeyer, artist
whole

As you go out into your week
my lovelies
remember to gather
remember to come together
with sisters and friends
feed your spirit
wake your soul
 and be

Love and Light

6 comments:

  1. you honour me sister. thank you xoxo

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  2. I hope you get writing time soon. xoxo

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  3. Yes Nyassa does write beautifully and so do you. May you find solitude in this busy season and may you thrive in the work of your hands!;)

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  4. Them's ARE the brakes, sista! lol!

    Busy busy woman.. who is visiting? Family?

    Beautiful Nyassa.. my goodness! Beautiful beautiful..

    I am totally do as you talked about.. don't know a whole lot of people here yet...but have been choosing to make some phone calls, and accept phone calls, which is a biggie for me because I don't like talking on the phone.. lol!

    Muah!

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  5. Beauty and power in those words....I feel part of a sacred community just reading here. :)

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  6. Such vivid words,
    "emptied of all your wishes
    your hopes
    your pain
    fall face first
    lips to ground"
    I've not thought much about the difference between speaking your wishes, hopes, pains and emptying yourself of them. I think the picture of being spent, of falling face first and resting in the deep, because you've put it all out there is so exactly right. There is a deep trust in this, that you can put it all outside of you and there will always be more.
    mmmmmm... love this. <3

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