One of my dearest friends released an album this week with her brothers. I haven’t seen her in a couple of years and my heart yearned to be near her, hear her voice and give her a hug. Friday morning I woke up, put on my big girl panties, packed the car, got the oil changed and took my 3 kiddlets to Eagle to see them perform. Of course it took me longer to leave than I hoped. We ended up spending about 5.5 hours in the car between errands and driving and got to Eagle about 15 minutes before curtain. T was so disappointed when he found out that he would have to sit through a concert right after the car ride rather than run around with a grundle of other kids. The concert was amazing and the kids were troopers.
The next morning T threw up, J got a goose-egg on the tramp, & O got a bloody nose as we were loading up. I wish I’d been able to spend more time with Nicole and her family, but what do you do when your kid throws up? I am so grateful to her and all of her family for taking us in like part of the family. They are good people.
Nicole is amazing. I call her my first hippie friend. She is full of love and kindness and creation and culture. I met her when I lived my life mostly in a bubble and she helped my bubble explode like beautiful fireworks. Spending a few hours with her filled my bucket. Listening to her sing is like having her with me. She has a real gift with words and writes the most amazing lyrics that speak to my soul.
Perennials, a song from their new album Weeds in the Wall really got me thinking. And I feel alive. It just embodies my beliefs so well. Perennials are a gift that keeps giving, a symbol of inner strength that we all have. We go through dark seasons, weak seasons, seasons that try us and make us wonder if we will make it through. Sometimes it doesn’t look like we will, there is no green left, sometimes nothing above ground. But deep inside, there is life and when the sun comes out and the snow starts to melt, we feel that quickening inside and our roots tingle and we reach up. I believe in the everlasting gift of spring. Hope for a brighter tomorrow.
I believe in perennials.
I believe in seasons.
and doing it all over again.
I believe in the spring.
Congrats Heather! You are the lucky winner!