My period came today - a week early. Why? Sigh. Why. Sigh.
In some ways it would be so much easier to throw in the towel. But whenever I think that thought, I feel my heart start to close up - zip! I don't think that's what I want out of my life.
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Friday night I did something normal: I went to the House of Blues with friends, and I had a really good time. I mean I had actual, real live, jumping-up-and-down, clapping-my-hands, smiling-and-laughing fun.
We saw Michael Franti and Spearhead. This guy plays with incredible generosity and is all about the peace, love and understanding. He does not wear shoes. He once took his guitar to the Gaza strip just to see what would happen if he played on the street there. Dude makes me want to wear flowers in my hair.
At Friday night's show he told a story. They played a gig on a beach in Alabama. Or maybe Mississippi or Louisiana. And this guy came up to him and said, "Tell the people how beautiful it is here. Tell them we don't have any oil yet. Tell them to come down here and walk on our beautiful beaches and enjoy our beautiful sunsets and eat some delicious shrimp. And then tell them, when the oil reaches our shore, don't forget us. Because that's when we'll need you the most."
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Can I compare my loss to an oil spill? Maybe. The oil has reached my shore. And yours. And yours. And yours. Have people forgotten you?
I don't feel forgotten exactly, but my beach is not a place where most people want to hang out and drink a daiquiri, if you know what I mean.
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Today stinks, and I am just trying to hold on. This is Franti's song for people having a rough day. In this video he is playing for people in New Orleans, who have already had a lot of really rough days (and who have many more to come). I just felt like sharing it here. Hope you don't mind the first couple minutes of philosophical chit-chat.
Don’t let nobody ever tell you that it couldn’t be done
Don’t let nobody ever tell you that we couldn’t be one
Don’t let nobody ever tell you that it shouldn’t be sung
Don’t let nobody ever tell you you’re the only one
Hey, hey, hey, no matter how life is today
There’s just one thing that I got to say
I won’t let another moment slip away
I say hey, hey, hey no matter how life is today
There’s just one thing that I got to say
I won’t let another moment slip away
I hold on, I’m trying to hold on,
I hold on, hold on, hold on, I hold on
Monday, June 7
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Hang on to that towel.
Sometimes I feel as if I've been wading in oil for a year and a half.
xxx
Jenni,
I'm glad that you got to hear Michael Franti - sounds like just what you needed at the time. I hope the days get easier for you in the waiting and trying.
Sorry you are down and effing AF is here. I hate that biatch. But if it helps at all, I'll drink a daiquiri on your beach, if you'll drink one on mine. I have a feeling we would have the ocean all to ourselves.
Sometimes, I'm glad for the oil, as I don't want anyone near my beach. But I get it. Most of the time my beach is lonely and not very fun.
Hang on, hold on, do what you can.
Glad you enjoyed Michael Franti & Spearhead. Home is one of my favourite CDs, you can't help but smile a little when you play it.
There is no orderly queue to come and drink a daiquiri on my beach either. x
I'm sorry things are crappy right now. Sending hugs. Love the song you shared. Thanks.
I have moments of feeling forgotten and then something out of the blue reminds me I'm not.
Keep holding on—I hope tomorrow is an easier day.
I've been thinking of you and your strawberry girl lately as the strawberries start to ripen early this year.
Oh. Shit. Sorry I couldn't be any more eloquent than that. Sometimes, that's all there is to say.
I'm with Barb - hang on to the towel. She's one that can prove anything is possible and to not give up HOPE.
Love to you, Jenni.
ps: love your taste in music....
if i had a real beach and a blender i would invite you all over for daiquiris right now. much love.
Hang on honey, hang on. I know it's hard going now, but you've gotta hang on. The sun will rise again...
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