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24.2.11

padre

Escribí esta canción para mi padre cuando se estaba muriendo.
A menudo me pidió que le cantan a él cuando sentía miedo o de dolor.
Me sentaba en la otra habitación, jugando con el canto piano, y él de alguna manera encontrar la paz en esta canción.
Es muy especial para mí.
All is well
with my soul
when perfections not a goal
All is well
All is well
with my soul.m
When I'm high
when I'm low
I just let go and not know
then All is well
All is well
with my soul.
It's like a boat I made out of a leaf, one day.
I climbed aboard
let the wind
carry me away.
Not knowing where I'd go
I just knew that it would be something
beautiful.
So just reach out
take my hand
theres no need for you to stand
All is well
All is well
with my soul
All is well
with my soul
when I learn to just let go
All is well
All is well
With my soul
 ~michelle 
isolation-rainy windows-rock hunting- stick carving- mobile making-picture jumping- secrets-cedar wood, sandalwood, lavender, lemongrass, broken green leaves and baby twigs- open skies that fill my belly- duality- paths that never cross- the smell of knees- red wine, campfire tea-home roasted coffee, green smoothies, yellow delicious apples everyday, fever dreams- drinking from cantaloupes- medium format photography- renegade art- dirty knees- patches- stripes-plaster- diy- reality and daydreams switching places- digging clay- oscillating fans- dioramas- tree worlds- travel tree travelogues- carrots- memories of my father that crawl across the floor, up my arms and into my cheeks- captured images- captured thoughts on my nightstand-turtle homes- hopes- sweat from hard work- long bike rides and aching legs- brushing my teeth outside- dirty fingernails- ink on my hands- unfiltered thoughts- originality- creating from beginnings-mint fields in mist- empty canvases,tubes of paint and endless nights- screaming songs into the wind- sharing secrets with birds- puddles, creeks, streams, hidden worlds behind waterfalls- feather tattoos-looking through paper towel rolls- defying Murphy and his law- green and blue- tearing out pictures- "Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now."(bob dylan)- "I have tried in my way to be free"(leonard cohen)... knowing these words to my very core.- learning-exploring-learning-exploring-slowly moving and watching and experiencing all fully and within the ritual, catching my reflection as a little girl...