Only yesterday when I was sad and I was lonely
You showed me the way to leave the past and all its tears behind me
Tomorrow maybe even brighter than today
Since I threw my sadness away
Only yesterday
from the song Only Yesterday by Richard Carpenter and John Bettis, 1975 and performed by Karen Carpenter and Richard Carpenter
I will be taking a short break from the blog for the next week or so. Be safe and well and I’ll see you again soon.
their lives ramble on–
chaotic rose vines once delicate and singing with fragrance, turned wild, leggy and silenced
repeatedly throughout those years she was asked,
“Who do you think you are?”
and after all this time, she still has no idea
the cherry blossoms weep, and i feel their sorrow
deep in the marrow of my restless soul
A wasp got into the house today. Flying to the top of the 15 foot living room ceiling, banging its large body against the big windows, causing a bruising, crunching sound with every violent slam.
At first, it was motivated and seemingly angry, wings buzzing in frenetic gestures of desperation.
Ten hours after its first appearance on my window, the wasp hung onto the sill quietly, exhausted and resigned.
When everything else is stripped down, what finally remains is the illusion of an open sky held at bay by invisible walls barring all flight.
i dream of the past and suffer all over again
Spanishwoods is 2 1/2 years old. In that time I have brought only positive light to these blog pages. But for the next week, it’s going to get a little darker. One week of meloncholia. One week of a negative purging of sorts. If you have no desire to read a stormier version of the woods, skip this week and I will see you again in mid July.
