prologue

Little Willow (Paul McCartney—Black Bird Singing/Poems and Lyrics)
Bend little willow
Wind’s going to blow you
Hard and cold tonight
Life, as it happens
Nobody warns you
Willow, hold on tight
Nothing’s gonna shake your love
Take your love away
No one’s out to break your heart
It only seems that way
Sleep little willow
Sleep gonna follow
Time will heal your wounds
Grow to the heavens
Now and forever
Always came to soon
Little willow
Nothing’s gonna shake your love
Take your love away
No one’s out to break your heart
It only seems that way
Bend little willow
Wind’s going to blow you
Hard and cold tonight
Life, as it happens
Nobody warns you
Willow, hold on tight
Ah, little willow
Little willow

reruns

there are those who simply love reruns--a familiar taste evoking certain memories; reliving experiences; witnessing an internal unfolding for another time, perhaps with a different perspective. reruns are so much like taking a second round of your favorite mudshaker, there is the anticipation and the eventual re-gratification (if there is one). the following are reposts of entries from a parent blog: the wounded willow and the moonlighter, when it was just "your stride running in circles". enjoy the mudshaker, er the posts.

in the beginning...

as in any beginning, there is the yearning for the right directions, coming face to face with the erstwhile avoidable truths becoming inevitable...how does one put everything together? if that is even a goal one can self-assuredly set for him/herself. finding the missing pieces was never a task achieved by pure-passion nor mere sense of obligation... the moonlighter constantly meanders... when your strides continue to run in circles, you stop and try to return to where it all started.