16/100: may you find some comfort here

My dearest,

016/100: Angel by chiquipineda

Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There’s always some reason
To feel not good enough
And it’s hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
Oh and weightless and maybe
I’ll find some peace tonightIn the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here

So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There’s vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting
Keep on building the lie
That you make up for all that you lack
It don’t make no difference
Escaping one last time
It’s easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here

You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here

Words & Music by Sarah McLachlanSung by Chiqui Pineda-Azimi
for the 100im.perfect.songs project

 

imagine!

Friends on Facebook have been sharing this.

This is one of the main reasons I love FB.

And Thank YOU, Emmanuel Kelly!

it’s all about beginning

It’s all about beginning.

Starting again.  And again.  And AGAIN.

It’s all about accepting that, Hey!  I haven’t done this or that or other for whatever reason there be – unexpected stuff, (there’s always unexpected ‘stuff’) sickness, fatigue, distractions, other priorities.

It’s picking up where I left off.

Again.

There is no real harm done.  No Capital Punishment awaiting me.  There is only a gentle Start-Up.  A peace-filled “It’s okay, child”.  Pick up your pen and try a second, third, ten thousandth time.

It’s alright.


It’s all right.  It’s all right.

It’s all about beginning again.  And again.  And AGAIN.

 
And seeing  new things in the process, in this case, that cool little symbol on my favorite pen there that I’ve never seen before, never noticed in the many years that I’ve been using these and suddenly revisitng the old lesson, ever so gently and simply yet profoundly:  There’s always something new in each and every thing – be it a person, a place, an experience.  Even in those that seem old and familiar.

It’s all in the seeing.  And the beginning.  Never stopping.

And hearing the gentle voice within say:


There are no real endings.  Only beginnings disguised as the end.

Because it’s all about beginning.

Starting again.  And again.  And AGAIN.

Courage in creativity,
Chiqui