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musings...: now I lay me down to sleep...
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Saturday, December 18, 2010. Now I lay me down to sleep. Oh hidden door won't you stay hidden. Don't wake the sleeping child inside. That carefree believer who wears your same smile is best left in secret to hide. Won't you cover your ears if she's singing, don't let your eyes follow her dance. Her laughter will dare you to remember, her song will remind you to chance. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Heather and Matt Peterson Family. Now I lay me down to sleep. Choosing favorites is.tricky.
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musings...: .lost.
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Tuesday, February 28, 2012. I know sad, lonely, discouraged and tired. I understand broken hearts, empty wallets and silent phones when you wish they were ringing. I've seen days with more questions than answers, more fears than comfort and more fuel than flame. But I'm not lost. I know ashamed, disappointed and embarrassed. I understand dismissal, false hope and failed dreams that steal the breath from your lungs. But I'm not lost. Don't ask to see my compass or my map. To unclench my fists; to remember.
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musings...: not made for this...
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Wednesday, November 02, 2011. Not made for this. Birds were not made for airports. Born to a world of steel and glass. Of noise and people and fast food cuisine. Flying never higher than the ceiling. Falling never into the soft dirt. Do they wonder of other places they might have been born? Is there instinct in longing which cries,. This is not where I was created to fly? Birds were not made for airports. Birds were not made for airports. Whether born there or trapped by surprise. Not made for this.
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musings...: October 2010
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Sunday, October 31, 2010. Love it will not betray you, dismay or enslave you, it will set you free." - Mumford and Sons. And this, I must believe, is true. Every time I extend myself in affection, in energy, even in curiousity towards a heart besides me own the message from this song is the echo of my desire, the shape of my hope and the strength of my resolve. If God is love, then let God be true and every man a liar. Friday, October 29, 2010. You know that I could use somebody, someone like you". I kno...
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musings...: LOVEfeed
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Wednesday, February 27, 2013. They hold life and death significance and we, so often, tend to misuse them. But we ALSO fail to USE them. SO today I propose we use our powers, not for good, but for AWESOME. Imagine if for 72 hrs ( March 1st-March 4th, 2013 specifically. You habitual Facebook trolling (how many minutes do I do this in a day I wonder…? Revealed the "public" honoring of our friends to one another. On someone's timeline because they cross our mind and INSTEAD. WHAT DOES THIS LOOK LIKE? Words ...
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musings...: August 2012
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Wednesday, August 08, 2012. Let's go back to yesterday perhaps, today is too mysterious for my heart to understand. My ignorance yesterday kept my heart beating steady, not nervous or racing or catching in my throat. Let's go back to yesterday when I had forgotten the throws of young emotion that cause my stomach to drop and my mind to cloud with day dreams and longing. These moments of chaos were distant memories, yesterday. Let's go back to yesterday, today is too lonely for my survivor's heart. Take m...
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musings...: February 2013
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Wednesday, February 27, 2013. They hold life and death significance and we, so often, tend to misuse them. But we ALSO fail to USE them. SO today I propose we use our powers, not for good, but for AWESOME. Imagine if for 72 hrs ( March 1st-March 4th, 2013 specifically. You habitual Facebook trolling (how many minutes do I do this in a day I wonder…? Revealed the "public" honoring of our friends to one another. On someone's timeline because they cross our mind and INSTEAD. WHAT DOES THIS LOOK LIKE? Words ...
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musings...: November 2011
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Wednesday, November 02, 2011. Not made for this. Birds were not made for airports. Born to a world of steel and glass. Of noise and people and fast food cuisine. Flying never higher than the ceiling. Falling never into the soft dirt. Do they wonder of other places they might have been born? Is there instinct in longing which cries,. This is not where I was created to fly? Birds were not made for airports. Birds were not made for airports. Whether born there or trapped by surprise. Not made for this.
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musings...: Choosing favorites is....tricky
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Thursday, December 02, 2010. Choosing favorites is.tricky. In a conversation I had recently about our "favorite music" I asked my friend "What album would you take with you to a deserted island? To which they quickly responded. And then the conversation trailed elsewhere. Imagining the rest of my life with a mere 15-18 songs to keep me company was a bit like looking at my toes and trying to decide which ones I would miss the least should a few need removing. Do I choose the most nostalgic (by decade?