A song for the bird that flew by my window this morning when I was meditating.
Another musing on the meaning of life, grief, and death (and maybe the advantages of not knowing the meaning of life, grief, and death).
Yesterday I finally got a decent offer on my house. I’ve been impatiently waiting for this for a few months now, and yet, when it happened, I was overcome with anxiety. Do I really want to sell it? Do I really want to move? I was surprised that I didn’t just feel unrestrained joy.
This song is a bit of a musing on how I’m rarely ever sure what I really want. Some things I want out of fear of not having them, but the things I just want because I want them – they’re hard to see. Continue reading
An ode to the joys and pitfalls of hope. Continue reading
Today’s Fearless Songwriter prompt was to “write a song that The Supremes would have sung”. I don’t know if The Supremes would have actually sung a song like this, but it was kind of neat to try to stretch my writing. Continue reading
A little ode to long-lost-loves. Continue reading
I think I’ve always wanted to write a song with the line “Why are you hitting yourself?” Whether it’s a bullying older brother, Brad Pitt/Edward Norton in Fight Club, or a metaphor for self-destructive behavior, I think it works quite nicely as an image. Continue reading