if i could sing we would go there we would run there together

Today is a worrying day.

I'm worried about my own ability to make good decisions--or to resist making the wrong ones.

I'm worried that my friends are on a terrible path, circling through the same stupid stuff all over again.

I'm worried over whether the big fix that's finally happened might turn out to be a problem, a heartbreak, or trouble, for those it was intended to help.

Worrying about health, money, and work.

Worrying about the weather, the house, and the family.

Since the worrying isn't getting me anywhere, though, I'm going to take a long shower and go to bed early. Prehaps some sleep will straighten it out.

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if i could sing

i’d say everything you know

from here on the street can you turn around

just for once i am here

right behind you

what is that flag what is it made of

maybe it’s too late i have

too many questions where did it all come from

what colors is it all made of everything

everything here in the subways

there are so many things and voices

we are going somewhere but i just don’t know

somewhere

but i just don’t know

somewhere

do you know where that is i want to sing

so you can hear me and maybe you can tell me

where to go so you can hear me and just maybe

you can tell me where to go

all those hands and legs and faces going places

if i could sing

you would hear me and i would tell you

it’s gonna be alright

it’s gonna be alright

it’s gonna be alright it would be something like that

can you turn around so i can look into your eyes

just for once your eyes

maybe like hers can you see her

and his can you see them i want you to see them

all of us we could be together

if i could sing we would go there

we would run there together

we would live there for a while in that tilted

tiny house by the ocean rising up inside of us

i am on the curb next to a curled up cat

smoking i know its bad for you but

you know how it is just for once can you turn around

a straight line falling behind you it’s me i want to sing

invincible bleeding out with love


just for you

[Juan Felipe Herrera, {1948- }, 'Song Out Here' from Notes on the Assemblage]

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Day 2: "Breakfast": lemon-blueberry scones and fresh, hot tea