Raising a family out of the ruins of the past. Mothering and movies, grief and grace, books and blunders. Recovery without chicken soup.
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Autumn Soundtrack
Pure joy. "I'm alive!" (Thanks, Julie.)
And if we're going to go there, we must go HERE:
And surprise! (Thanks, Jessica.)
(Thanks, Brent):
And there's the line and Win Butler's wailing of it: "We remember our bedrooms and our parent's bedrooms and the bedrooms of our friends!" that calls to me something about childhood and remembering and distance and longing and oh I can't explain it, you have to listen, the song does the taking for me.
And finally, there is always the letter.
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