Unfold

lyrics by Marie Digby

What I can remember

Is a lot like water

Trickling down a page

Of the most beautiful colors

I can't quite put my finger down

On the moment that I became like this

You see, I'm the bravest girl

You'll ever come to meet

Yet, I shrink down to nothing

At the thought of someone really seeing me

I think my heart is wrapped around

And tangled up in winding weeds

But, I don't wanna go on living

Being so afraid of showing

Someone else my imperfections

And even though my feet are trembling

Every word I say comes stumbling

I will bare it all

Watch me unfold

Unfold, unfold

These hands that I hold behind my back

Are bound and broken from my own doing

And I can't feel anything anymore

I need a touch to remind me

I'm still real

'Cause, I don't wanna go on living

Being so afraid of showing

Someone else my imperfections

And even though my feet are trembling

Every word I say comes stumbling

I will bare it all

Watch me unfold

Unfold, unfold

My soul

It's dying to be free

I can't live the rest of my life so guarded

It's dying to be free

It's up to me to choose

What kind of life I lead

'Cause, I don't wanna go on living

Being so afraid of showing

Someone else my imperfections

And even though my feet are trembling

Every word I say comes stumbling

I will bare it all

Watch me unfold, unfold, unfold

Unfold, unfold, unfold

I will allow someone to love me

Perhaps I've posted these words before.  It doesn't matter.  They are important to me once again.  And that is enough commentary on that.

The next month is incredibly busy and while I enjoy time to relax, I also thrive on packed agendas.  There is Easter, followed by a weekend of soccer tournaments, followed by a weekend of doctoral orientation, followed by a weekend of, well, I know for sure this one will involve a bookstore! Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?  ~Henry Ward Beecher  Those in-between-the-weekend times will be dotted with  soccer practices, 3 x 3 games, church youth group, laundry, more endless loads of laundry, followed by laundry.  Ugh.

Nothing quite fuels my thoughts {my travels} like really good books.  Too, they encourage my creativity.  I was once told that if you desire to write well, you must first read. Certainly an apt consideration.  I came across this quote by Gordon Getty, one of America's wealthiest men and a noteworthy composer.  It is apparent that the bookstore...the pages found therein...inspire him as well.  I was in Paris at an English-language bookstore. I picked up a volume of Dickinson's poetry. I came back to my hotel, read 2,000 of her poems and immediately began composing in my head. I wrote down the melodies even before I got to a piano.

There are other things to make me smile:

• My students, ages 6 and 7, loudly singing along to classic James Taylor hits in the classroom.  Lovely.
• Laptop shopping.  If only I could make a decision!
• This Greta Kisslock purse, soon to be mine.
• A one-week, 8-pound weightloss on the scale.
• Seeing my daughter's summer travel itinerary...Abu Dhabi, Rome, Amsterdam.  *sigh*
• The impending storm.  It brings out the best in me.  xoxo

Happy Monday! ~ S.