Colin Meloy :: The Crane Wife (Pt 1, 2, 3)
Available on Amazon: MP3 (Pt 3) | Album (The Decemberists)

I love those moments when a song falls in your lap, seemingly out of nowhere, and has a profound effect on how you feel, where you are, how you process those few minutes in life. This one landed in a text message I was too busy to properly appreciate yesterday.

Now, sitting on a couch with a fresh cup of coffee, watching the rain outside before I start my day at work, it seems a perfect balm. Almost a meditation. It’s bittersweet in that these moments are so fleeting. You want to hold on. Recapture that feeling during times when you’re not quite at peace with the world.

The song’s quiet, crisp guitar and clear vocals clear the space around me. Allow me to step back from the stress, the numerous worries, the little things that tend to trip me up in a day. It lets me just be. Perfect.

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The Karma Killers :: Domino

Posted: January 3, 2017 in Music, Songs
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The Karma Killers :: Domino
Available on Amazon: MP3, Album

For good or ill, this seems to be the song I’m starting 2017 with. Its innate pessimism contrasts with the messages of “hope” and “dream” I’ve been receiving over the holiday weekend but perhaps this is what grounds me from taking those messages and running away (into trouble) with them.

Super catchy, with a sing-along chorus and punk/rock edge, it’s the perfect track for a long car ride, parked in traffic. The entire EP is that actually. And something that will be in heavy rotation as I start this new year’s commute.

I want to find love in 2017, not for the sake of it, but to actually have a partner, a person who can ground me as well if not better than music. Someone who will be a tether, not a ball and chain. A shelter, a place for support, for comfort, to share laughs, and joy, and light. In that sense, I’m not exactly a “non-believer,” but I want to take these lessons from the past and turn them into something good. I may not be ready yet but I want to be.

“I pulled the trigger and it threw me right back
And now I’m feeling like a non-believer
Bullet through my heart
Dancing in the dark
Ohhh I fell like a domino.”


xx

There’s a thing that takes up space in my head. A thing I don’t talk about because it wasn’t quite enough. It’s the same reasoning that leads me to think I should stop talking about my cancer to anyone who doesn’t already know me.

But maybe, just maybe, I’m wrong. I started talking about my past health issues because it was a rare enough condition that I wanted to help educate people about it. Then I got a “common” cancer and suddenly I didn’t feel like I had anything out of the ordinary to share.

I’d like to break out of that way of thinking. I’ve become fairly adept at talking my way around the subject without actually naming it. I don’t feel worthy of the label. Because what I’d experienced wasn’t bad enough to warrant a label.

I figure those who were physically abused would laugh at me because I was never physically hurt. That those who have to go through chemo would scoff because my cancer was on the right side of “curable” (even the rare one is “recurring but benign”).

I’m one of the first who will say I don’t want to be labeled but sometimes giving a thing a name makes it easier to accept. And if I accept the identification, it may make it easier to deal with.

So that’s what I’d like to try out tonight. Read the rest of this entry »

Recovery is a bitch.

Even more so when you’re recovering from one surgery, just to go into another.

It doesn’t seem worth it somehow, to eat right, exercise, to build up strength and endurance just to know you’ll lose all of it and be back to square one within a few weeks.

It’s frustrating to be in that kind of limbo.

As far as the hemangiopericytoma, I’ve bought myself a few more years with this last surgery. They got it all, and shaved off part of my diaphragm in the process. It’s mildly disconcerting to think of how many bits and pieces of me are scattered in labs somewhere.

In the days that followed, they discovered a new cancer. Thyroid this time. This time, it’s “malignant.” They have to take all of it out. I’ll have to take Synthroid or some other hormone replacement for the rest of my life.

Frightening thought. Especially when they’re going to be so close to my voicebox.

But worse is the idea of not having the surgery. I think. It’s hard to know, to be sure. Nothing’s sure.

So here we go again. Round 2. Pre-op this week.


xx

Dear Boy :: Local Roses

Posted: March 22, 2016 in Songs
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Dear Boy :: Local Roses
Available on Amazon: MP3

As with “Hesitation Waltz” before it, the latest single from Dear Boy has become the theme song for my latest crush. For someone who admittedly has trouble with commitment, I tend to fall for people quickly, ignoring gut feel and logic.

This story starts in a bar.

“It’s not her…
There is a ghost in her clothes.

It’s not love…
But it felt like it then.”

I wasn’t trying to find anyone, which may have worked to my advantage. It was a brilliant evening with old friends, new friends, and this stranger with an amazing mouth who vaguely reminded me of my first kiss in high school. I was delighted when he texted that same night. Read the rest of this entry »