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Aug. 11th, 2008 10:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stormdogAfter listening to Sara McLachlan on the way too and from the Dells this weekend, this is what was making me misty-eyed on the way to work this morning.
When my mate told me about that song, Angel, being played at the funeral of someone she was close to, I was silent for a few seconds as I processed. It's a far more bittersweet piece of music, and differently so, than I'd ever expect to hear at a funeral. Even if the life being celebrated was as tenderly trying as the thoughts that the music inspires in my head, I'm very touched by the choice to use it. Somehow it makes me think about the memorial photos in the empty church in Gary, Indiana, honoring a departed explorer. There are a few of her songs that resonate deeply in me and touch the same feelings that I have as I walk through the abandoned sanctuary and look up at the sun pouring in through broken panes of stained glass.
Though my life is not nearly so depressing as it once was, I'm also thinking of the angels in my own life whose arms bring me comfort. I'm grateful for their presence in ways that I don't have words for.
This weekend was a mixed bag, but, overall, good. Noah's Ark was fun, though I have again seen that I'm just not the thrill ride type. I enjoyed walking around the park with folks, but next year I'm really just going to ride the little kiddie slides. They don't scare me, and they make me happy. I don't really get bored of them either. Those and the wave pool are, really, all I need.
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uberhill, kellicjtiger and rustitobuck all rode a raft thing called Congo Bongo together. It brought back the bad memories of Moira and I going down another one last year, the two of us, when I felt so certain that we were going to be flung far enough up and around the wall of the tube that we'd find ourselves flipped upside down, under the raft, sliding down the tube. I screamed a lot and I still feel a little nervous as I write about it. I think I'm done with that. I don't like roller coasters either. Sorry.
The picnic on Saturday was fun. I spent fifteen minutes or so brushingposicat's hair and getting tangles out, then working on Nova's hair (hers is short enough that it took hardly more than a minute or two), and then another person whose name I can't remember, regrettably. That was really nice. I'd love to have a get together with people that would be all about hair brushing and braiding and stuff. Later, I happened to see Posi from behind and his silhouette was different enough that I thought for a few moments that I was looking at someone else.
My week is filling up, as usual. Tonight is some time with my mate since there wasn't a lot of time to ourselves at the campground. Tomorrow I need to have dinner with a co-worker who's been asking me to go out and get some food with him and who I enjoy conversations and stuff with and who is interested in urbex, and who I lent a book to, but who I don't feel close enough to that I really want to devote a lot of time to when I feel like I have things I ought to be doing at home, but I feel kind of obligated. (Did that make sense? *shrugs*) Wednesday is family dinner. Thursday's open, then Friday is the Kenosha coffee meet.
And, among all of that, I'm going to try to work on getting the house a little cleaner. I'm taking it a little at a time and making progress.
Somehow this summer, I want to work at my forge (there was talk about making tent spikes foruberhill), and maybe I can get some plant hangers done before going to Michigan since I said last summer I'd make some for red_ceilidh. I also want to go backpack camping now that I own a tent. Maybe with Kuma. Somewhere at least ten miles away from the road, and preferably other humans. I'd so love to go to Glacier National Park again.
Spend all your time waiting
For a second chance
For the break that will make it okay
There's always some reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
When my mate told me about that song, Angel, being played at the funeral of someone she was close to, I was silent for a few seconds as I processed. It's a far more bittersweet piece of music, and differently so, than I'd ever expect to hear at a funeral. Even if the life being celebrated was as tenderly trying as the thoughts that the music inspires in my head, I'm very touched by the choice to use it. Somehow it makes me think about the memorial photos in the empty church in Gary, Indiana, honoring a departed explorer. There are a few of her songs that resonate deeply in me and touch the same feelings that I have as I walk through the abandoned sanctuary and look up at the sun pouring in through broken panes of stained glass.
Though my life is not nearly so depressing as it once was, I'm also thinking of the angels in my own life whose arms bring me comfort. I'm grateful for their presence in ways that I don't have words for.
This weekend was a mixed bag, but, overall, good. Noah's Ark was fun, though I have again seen that I'm just not the thrill ride type. I enjoyed walking around the park with folks, but next year I'm really just going to ride the little kiddie slides. They don't scare me, and they make me happy. I don't really get bored of them either. Those and the wave pool are, really, all I need.
Five of us, myself, Moira,
uberhill, kellicjtiger and rustitobuck all rode a raft thing called Congo Bongo together. It brought back the bad memories of Moira and I going down another one last year, the two of us, when I felt so certain that we were going to be flung far enough up and around the wall of the tube that we'd find ourselves flipped upside down, under the raft, sliding down the tube. I screamed a lot and I still feel a little nervous as I write about it. I think I'm done with that. I don't like roller coasters either. Sorry.The picnic on Saturday was fun. I spent fifteen minutes or so brushing
posicat's hair and getting tangles out, then working on Nova's hair (hers is short enough that it took hardly more than a minute or two), and then another person whose name I can't remember, regrettably. That was really nice. I'd love to have a get together with people that would be all about hair brushing and braiding and stuff. Later, I happened to see Posi from behind and his silhouette was different enough that I thought for a few moments that I was looking at someone else.My week is filling up, as usual. Tonight is some time with my mate since there wasn't a lot of time to ourselves at the campground. Tomorrow I need to have dinner with a co-worker who's been asking me to go out and get some food with him and who I enjoy conversations and stuff with and who is interested in urbex, and who I lent a book to, but who I don't feel close enough to that I really want to devote a lot of time to when I feel like I have things I ought to be doing at home, but I feel kind of obligated. (Did that make sense? *shrugs*) Wednesday is family dinner. Thursday's open, then Friday is the Kenosha coffee meet.
And, among all of that, I'm going to try to work on getting the house a little cleaner. I'm taking it a little at a time and making progress.
Somehow this summer, I want to work at my forge (there was talk about making tent spikes for
uberhill), and maybe I can get some plant hangers done before going to Michigan since I said last summer I'd make some for red_ceilidh. I also want to go backpack camping now that I own a tent. Maybe with Kuma. Somewhere at least ten miles away from the road, and preferably other humans. I'd so love to go to Glacier National Park again.
