a post for my shanty people:
there's a line in a painful, unrequited love song that we love so much {an indigo girls song, if you wanna know} that goes
the mississippi's might, but it starts in minnesota
at a place that you could walk across with five steps down.
then it goes on to say
and i guess that's how you started like a pinprick to my heart
but at this point you rush right through me and i start to drown.
but that's beside the point.
i just love that song so much. it makes so much sense to a girl freshly un-loved.
mom: not me. not now. but i've been there.
i took this photo from the sky as i started the decent into the minneapolis airport.
i felt silly pulling my phone out to take a picture at the most, by all outward appearances, unassuming, inconsequential moment of the flight. i hesitated a couple times... and then i remembered i didn't care what the strangers thought.
{besides, my seat mates were impressed with my knitting skills. that counted for something.}
having just come off a week long high of laughing and laughing and laughing with robin... and texting the rest of 'em at particularly shanty-ful moments... i was feeling very nostalgic for the early y2k years.
cheers to the shanty.
and the "i love y'all so much i could burst" moments we feel at the most unexpected times.
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