I feel like a storm
I feel like the storm that is raging outside my house tonight....
...or at least I *want* to feel that way - I do feel like a storm a lot of the time.
I just look out - we live so close to the lake - and I can see the waters churning up and roiling getting ready as the storm clouds grow darker and more ominous - and I want to take a little raft and go out (alone) and get lost at sea (well as 'lost at sea' as you can get on Lake Erie {which if one references the Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald can be pretty lost indeed - OH and I DO realise that happened on Lake Superior}).
And I can imagine myself being frightened - at first - and then slowly - becoming one with the violence, the destruction, the annihilation that would surely come from nature's depths and take me under.
And then...I'd rest. Finally.
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There's a song I used to use to describe my feelings at times like these...
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Every night that goes between
I feel a little less
As you slowly go away from me
This is only another test
Every night you do not come
Your softness fades away
Did I ever really care that much
Is there anything left to say
Every hour of fear I spend
My body tries to cry
Living through each empty night
A deadly call inside
I haven't felt this way I feel
Since many a year ago
But in those years and the lifetimes past
I did not deal with the road
And I did not deal with you I know
Tho the love has always been
So I search to find an answer there
So I can truly win
So I try to say
Goodbye my friend
I'd like to leave you with something warm
But never have I been a blue calm sea
I have always been a storm
We were frail She said
"Everynight he will break your heart"
I should have known from the first
I'd be the broken hearted
But I loved you from the start
Save us...
And not all the prayers in the world, could save us
"Storms" - Stevie Nicks (from Fleetwood Mac's Tusk album)
...or at least I *want* to feel that way - I do feel like a storm a lot of the time.
I just look out - we live so close to the lake - and I can see the waters churning up and roiling getting ready as the storm clouds grow darker and more ominous - and I want to take a little raft and go out (alone) and get lost at sea (well as 'lost at sea' as you can get on Lake Erie {which if one references the Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald can be pretty lost indeed - OH and I DO realise that happened on Lake Superior}).
And I can imagine myself being frightened - at first - and then slowly - becoming one with the violence, the destruction, the annihilation that would surely come from nature's depths and take me under.
And then...I'd rest. Finally.
*****************************
There's a song I used to use to describe my feelings at times like these...
*****************************
Every night that goes between
I feel a little less
As you slowly go away from me
This is only another test
Every night you do not come
Your softness fades away
Did I ever really care that much
Is there anything left to say
Every hour of fear I spend
My body tries to cry
Living through each empty night
A deadly call inside
I haven't felt this way I feel
Since many a year ago
But in those years and the lifetimes past
I did not deal with the road
And I did not deal with you I know
Tho the love has always been
So I search to find an answer there
So I can truly win
So I try to say
Goodbye my friend
I'd like to leave you with something warm
But never have I been a blue calm sea
I have always been a storm
We were frail She said
"Everynight he will break your heart"
I should have known from the first
I'd be the broken hearted
But I loved you from the start
Save us...
And not all the prayers in the world, could save us
"Storms" - Stevie Nicks (from Fleetwood Mac's Tusk album)
posted by Colette at 8:06 PM
1 Comments:
Shalom Colette,
When I used to race out of Edgewater I once rode out an awesome storm in a 35-foot C&C. I had taken a co-worker along on the race that night and he had never sailed before. He just huddled in the cockpit while the rest of the crew fought the sails down before we got knocked over.
It was awesome.
Then there were the 70-footers we once encountered in the South China Sea. For the better part of a day we played submarine half the time. Better than anything they can dream up at Cedar Point.
B'shalom,
Jeff
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