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Thursday, November 24, 2005

"Its not what you fling, its the fling itself."

-From the episode of Northern Exposure that I just finished watching.

Happy Thanksgiving everybody!

So, this is my first Thanksgiving with absolutely no members of my family with me. I decided to stay in Seattle about a month ago when I got an invitation from Ben and Kai to come have Thanksgiving with them. They live here in Seattle but I haven't had a chance to hang out with either of them yet, and it just seemed like a fun idea. Plus, Thanksgiving is sandwhiched in between my crazy work schedule, so staying here is also much more convenient.

I remember last year at this time and how different everything was. I went home for Thanksgiving mainly to escape Ashland. Things were awful with Jacob and I was in a really strange state of mind since I was a month away from leaving Ashland, and I just wanted to go and hide at my mommy's house for a day. So at the last minute I hitched a ride with Adam and Ian back to Milwaukie, and it turned out to be a really nice holiday.

Now here I am in Seattle about to go spend the holiday with my long lost music department friends, which is appropriate, since the music department was (is) pretty much my second family.

Its sooo weird, remembering last year at this time. And all the years before that... life keeps throwing all of these weird twists and turns at me. I've pretty much given up on trying to figure out how everything is going to work itself out. I'm just trying to hang on.

Anyways, here are the lyrics to a song that always makes me feel warm and happy. Enjoy, and have a good holiday.

When the mountain touches the valley
All the clouds are taught to fly
As our souls will leave this land most peacefully
Though our minds be filled with questions
In our hearts we'll understand
When the river meets the sea

Like a flower that has blossomed
In this dry and barren sand
We are born and born again most gracefully
Plus the winds of time will take us
With a sure and steady hand
When the river meets the sea

Patience my brothers
And patience my son
In that sweet and final hour
Truth and justice will be done

Like a baby when it is sleeping
In its mother's loving arms
What a newborn baby dreams is a mystery (a mystery)

But this life will find a purpose
And in time we'll understand
When the river meets the sea
When the river meets the almighty sea

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1 Comments:

  • At 7:37 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Hi Bear,
    Just stay your happy joyful self. Don't worry about how the world will turn out. Remember, "Tomorrow is a mystery". - - - - enjoy each day. Look,look, your mommy-face is teaching me how to answer your blog. (-:
    Hope your T.G. was great. We did miss you.
    Os "n" Xs, "Gammie"

     

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