[And all is now right in the world.]
I woke up Saturday morning, slightly hungover from Strongbow the night before, but I woke up happy. To my right, snuggled up beside me was Mike. To his right, Lola. And on my left, curled up into a ball that looks only comfortable for cats to do, was Moses.
I had a family.
I've been terribly homesick this summer for the family I have back East. But as my life passed by this summer, I had neglected to consider the family I had developed here. No amount of money, material goods or useless objects could fulfill the human desire to love & to be loved. Of course, I'm not saying to go out and fill your house with kittens - but just take a look at what you have around you and ask "Do I really need or appreciate all of this?" And you'll find that much of what you own has no need attach. [Environmental note: poor consumer choices directly contribute to overflowing landfills]
Anyway, here is a song that I love: "Your 8th Birthday" by Cloud Cult. I like to change the words around and make the song applicable to those I love.
Who could hang a dead man's swing-set from the moon?
Yeah you did, then you gave it to the ghosts and the witches
Who can say goodbye with a yodel-ay-hee-hoo?
Yeah you did, with the promise, that the dead are now magicians
This hymn rings with the singing of 'Three cheers for the king of the jungle gym'
He's the kid whose sword it is a one handshake, a birthday cake invitation
You make traffic jams feel like parades
You bury the dead with the faith that makes lightning bugs swarm as if it was graduation
Who could change your silly life into a screaming supernova? You do
Who could change my sleepy brain into the eye of a hurricane?