Living Simply: 2020

Monday, December 14, 2020

Thursday, December 10, 2020

Tuesday, December 8, 2020

Monday, November 2, 2020

Wednesday, October 7, 2020

Tuesday, October 6, 2020

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Oh and darling I know that I haven't told you

But you mean more to me than you must know

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You said the months go by so quick

Maybe you're just full of shit

You'll never last last, I'm sorry I just said that

Maybe life was just a bet

That I lost to drugs and cigarettes

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I think it's time that you crawl back home, son

Fire's still scorchin', you've been scorned
And you look abused
Did you get out all of that angry passion?
Is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?

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Friday, August 28, 2020

Love

Friday, June 19, 2020

Truth

Monday, June 15, 2020

Music Monday

I know this next song is one that I have played many times before, it's just, such a beautiful song. I think anyone can look back at moments in their life, looking back, the love of family and having no hard feelings for making mistakes, and having regrets, yet at the same time to not give up those moments for anything. As one of the favorite lines that I memorized in high school:

To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin?

Which that short paraphrase from Shakespeare always brings to mind Alfred Lloyd Tennyson's famous quote from his poem; "Tis better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all." It brings to mind that wandering pilgrim, pondering the life of what once was, the life, the ideas, all of it. A better person has written a more "proper" description of this poem and you should check it out here.

To me, Love is always ever-enduring. The loss of that love, is definitely a punch gut-wrenching experience. Though, when it ends, it's something, though scarred, you can heal from. Truly, the real loss, and enduring pain, when everyone is still in love, and truly loves one another, but for whatever circumstance(s) that occur, everyone walks away.

I have been told that I am not an easy woman to love. I feel that is a hurtful cop out.

And so time to transition to a few upbeat songs:

Monday, April 13, 2020

Music Monday

Songwriter Carl Bell on the meaning behind this song: "When I was younger, my grandmother got cancer. By the time they found it, it was much too late. Instead of sitting in some hospital, she wanted to go home and be home. And my mother and my aunts and their husbands went to sit with her at home. A few months passed, and the cancer had spread, it had eaten up most of her body and all of her hope, and it was a bad time. One particular day was a really bad day for her. My mother was sitting with her that evening, and she turned to my mom, and said, ‘How do you die?’ It crushed my mom, and it’s still crushing me."