God, Have Mercy

I hear music all the time. Songs from generations ago, and stuff that’s on the radio today. I’ve heard such a vast mix of genres, artists, and types of music.

It’s been my diary, my best friend, my voice, and my blanket of safety. Anytime I needed healing, I replied on music to work it’s magic… And it ALWAYS prevailed.

But, as years passed, and Ive grown from a child to a young adult… And a young and inexperienced foolish newly wed, to this wise and refined concept of beauty, I’ve listened to old familiar songs and heard them for a very first time.

Lately, as if something greater is drawing me nearer, I’ve become obsessed with one particular song.

The artist’s voice caught my attention. The beat of the song is fast paced, and almost angelic.

But, what does Kyrie mean? What was the inspiration for this moment in my life, when a song steals my attention as if trying to tell me something.

So, I looked it up:

Kyrie- Mr Mister * You can listen to it here*

The wind blows hard against this mountain side, across the sea into my soul
It reaches into where I cannot hide, setting my feet upon the road

My heart is old, it holds my memories, my body burns a gemlike flame
Somewhere between the soul and soft machine, is where I find myself again

Kyrie eleison, down the road that I must travel
Kyrie eleison, through the darkness of the night
Kyrie eleison, where I’m going will you follow
Kyrie eleison, on a highway in the light

When I was young I thought of growing old, of what my life would mean to me
Would I have followed down my chosen road, or only wished what I could be

Kyrie eleison, down the road that I must travel
Kyrie eleison, through the darkness of the night
Kyrie eleison, where I’m going will you follow
Kyrie eleison, on a highway in the light

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Permission

“ Give yourself permission to live your dreams, explore what you don’t know, trust your instincts, and embrace what makes you happy. “

~MoonChild Nova

{Inspiration from Queen Sugar’s Aunt Vi}

Disagreement Thereafter

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She looked at him. He looked at her. Their eyes spoke of places they’ve vacationed, laughs they’ve had, and challenges they’ve triumphed. With a smile, subtle but genuine, she mumbled, “Your hand I will always take. Your heart I will always trust. Your love I will always call home. No matter what disagreement may come. I will always stay in this world of “me & you”… it’s the only place that makes sense. It’s the only place where I am whole.” He kissed her forehead, and the love birds strolled down the beach, hand in hand,.. on that perfect summer evening.