Home for the holidays
I believe I’ve missed each and every face
Come on and play my music
Let’s turn on the love light in the place
It’s time I found myself totally surrounded in your circles
Oh, my friends
Please, celebrate me home
Give me a number
Please, celebrate me home
Play me one more song that I’ll always remember
That I can recall whenever I find myself too all alone
I can sing me home.
When you write you lay out a line of words . . .the line of words is a hammer . . .the line of words feels for cracks in the firmament . . .the line of words fingers your own heart . . .you wield it, and it digs a path you follow (Annie Dillard, The Writing Life)
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
My Crazy Family
This is our attempt at a Christmas picture. I set the camera on automatic, and it didn't stop at one picture, it took a string of them. I think the two funniest things, besides Sparky jumping down, are my dad and Michael in the back as the pictures progress, and Jesse not moving a muscle through the whole series.
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