And you can tell everybody, this is our song …
Over our first few years of singing together, it became our song, a staple in a repertoire of songs into which listeners will stitch their own meaning too.
Over our first few years of singing together, it became our song, a staple in a repertoire of songs into which listeners will stitch their own meaning too.
The pandemic forced us to reconsider and replace known ways with new routines and rituals; it inspired new reasons – reminders – to be thankful – for all we had previously taken for granted – hugs and handshakes, hanging out and happy hour, multiple trips to the grocery store on the same day and meetings without masks; hair appointments and pedicures and parties and graduations and weddings and funerals – and our kids going off to school every day. We promised ourselves, didn’t we, that we’d never take those things for granted again. I wonder if we’ve maybe forgotten some of that …
WALKING AWAY – Cecil Day Lewis It is eighteen years ago, almost to the day – A sunny day with …
“And it is exceedingly short, his galloping life. Dogs die so soon. I have my stories of that grief, no doubt many of you do also. It is almost a failure of will, a failure of love, to let them grow old—or so it feels. We would do anything to keep them with us, and to keep them young. The one gift we cannot give.”
― Mary Oliver, Dog Songs: Poems