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Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Sand and Water



Dear friend, Fiona, nudged my heart towards this song in her comment to my previous post (even provided the lyrics, she did).

As luck would have it, here's a live recording of Beth Nielsen Chapman performing this song...a song she wrote after her husband passed away.

As "luck" would have it, it struck a nerve for reasons I shelter from view.

Sorrow, at times, is best felt...unexpressed.

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I cut my hair today. Quite short.

Donated the tired, silvered strands to "Locks of Love"

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8 Comments:

Blogger erin said...

((ooohhhh~

quite short?
and yet it grows

xo
erin

Thu Aug 25, 07:08:00 AM  
Blogger Yvonne Osborne said...

You're so right...."sorrow, at times, is best felt unexpressed". Sheltered from view. I like that. And good for you on the hair. Nobody would want my frizzy mess.

Thu Aug 25, 07:29:00 AM  
Blogger Lilith said...

What a lovely, sad song. And the hair, really? :(

Thu Aug 25, 07:46:00 AM  
Blogger Andressa C. said...

very beautiful.

Thu Aug 25, 09:37:00 AM  
Blogger Wine and Words said...

Sometimes we just have to be quiet, alone. Some things call for such abandonment. Perhaps to divest of hair is a part of that same need.

The song was beautiful. So much grief. So many avenues of expression.

Thu Aug 25, 10:00:00 AM  
Blogger secret agent woman said...

My older son did that one year - donated a huge amount of long wavy brown hair.

Thu Aug 25, 09:48:00 PM  
Blogger PattiKen said...

Lovely song, sad but I really like that it speaks of love that continues and provides sustenance through the everlasting things of life.

I've been thinking of you, hoping you are finding that sustenance too.

Sun Aug 28, 11:44:00 AM  
Blogger Jonas said...

A decidedly lovely assortment of comments. Thank you, all.

Yes, Erin, it grows...though not exactly in abundance.

Thank you, Yvonne. I've donated to Locks of Love before. It kinda makes me feel better.

Yes, Lilith, really.

Yes, the song is beautiful, Andressa. One can sense it comes straight from the heart.

Yes, Annie, certain times call for quiet contemplation. Flamboyant hair has no place there.

A "huge amount" would not be an apt description of my contribution. "A modest offering of fine silver and brown" is better suited.

Thank you, Patti. I happen to believe, too, that love is everlasting...in some form.

Mon Sep 05, 08:00:00 PM  

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