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  • Just as we were finishing up Mom’s apartment – we had the U-Haul packed to the gills, we’d made the Salvation Army runs, runs to the Hospice and the Hospice’s Thrift Store, and we were sitting in the nearly empty apartment, with the last items that the guy was coming to pick up to haul to Michigan. I came across a black stone, about the size of my palm, mostly smooth but pitted in a few places, and I was going to toss it into the bag of trash, but something stopped me. Something about how it felt in my hand. It just felt like it belonged there. I don’t know where it came from, or why it was in Mom’s living room. It feels like it has some sort of meaning, I don’t know – it just feels right in my hand. Something I could take away from there that didn’t weigh several hundred pounds and that would need refinished and reassembled on the other end. Something simple and pure.

    This song has been bubbling up into my consciousness all week. It started while I was hauling a heavy load up the road, ascending from the low country of the Carolina’s into Virginia’s rolling hills. I am just so surrounded by beauty, everywhere I turn, and I’m seeing it, recognizing it, like I haven’t in such a long time. It is, at times, overwhelming to me. Breathtaking.

    This beauty coexists with a burden that I feel upon my shoulders. Left to its own, the burden feels too much. Too heavy. I am not strong enough to carry it. Surely I will stumble and fall and drop it, and it will crash to the earth. And this is probably true - if I try to carry the burden alone. But, I am not alone. I am surrounded by beauty, and by people, by connections, and it is no longer a burden, but a privilege. And when it feels too heavy, I have my nice, light stone that I can pick up and just feel there in my hand. It’s cool, and smooth, and says so much, without any words or heavy meanings.

    Remember this. Life is good. Keep it simple. The tune to this song is what captured me, but now as I look at the words, they express how I feel. Much better than anything else I could say or write. I love my music.

    World Falls – by the Indigo Girls

    I’m coming home with a stone strapped onto my back
    I’m coming home with a burning hope turning all my blues to black.
    I’m looking for a sacred hand to carve into my stone.
    A ghost of comfort, angel’s breath – to keep this life inside my chest.
    This world falls on me, with hopes of immortality
    Everywhere I turn, all the beauty just keeps shaking me.

    I woke up in the middle of a dream, scared the world was too much for me.
    Sejarez said, “Don’t let go, just plant the seeds and watch them grow.”
    I’ve slept in my rainy canyon lands, cold drenched to my skin.
    I always wake to find a face to calm these troubled lands.
    This world falls on me, with dreams of immortality,
    Everywhere I turn all the beauty just keeps shaking me.

    Running-end-earth-swimming-edge-sea-laughing-under-starry sky
    This world was meant for me. Don’t bury me, carry me.
    I wish I was a nomad, an Indian, or a saint.
    The edge of death would disappear, leave me nothing left to taint.
    I wish I was a nomad, an Indian, or a saint.
    Give me walking shoes, feathered arms, and a key to heaven’s gate.

    This world falls on me with dreams of immortality....
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