Lovers In A Dangerous Time ~ Bruce Cockburn ~ 1983
“Don’t the hours grow shorter as the days go by
You never get to stop and open your eyes
One day you’re waiting for the sky to fall
The next you’re dazzled by the beauty of it all
When you’re lovers in a dangerous time“
I am so over the top excited about my new surroundings/home… and yet, so overwhelmed by them.
I feel buried under a thousand things to do. The yard needs raking – there are rocks everywhere. The house is in total disarray and even though I WANT to sort it, it’s beyond my skill set. I feel like drawing and yet, I can’t find a place to put a pen. I want to explore and build a beautiful space outside, but I don’t know where to start. I can see the potencial for so much good, happiness, peace and beauty to surround my life. But it’s not quite my season, so I made a little nest and I’m perched in it. Waiting.
“These fragile bodies of touch and taste
This vibrant skin — this hair like lace
Spirits open to the thrust of grace
Never a breath you can afford to waste
When you’re lovers in a dangerous time”
I have been feeling pretty good lately. (*crossed fingers) No bad health episodes, nothing that makes me feel like I’m going to break down again and end up back at square one in the hospital eating broth and jello again. But all it’s taken to make me slip a little in the wrong direction is wanting give into my own weak impulses and laziness.
I hate this balancing act. It still feels like a balancing act. I just want to rest the burden. I guess that’s the word ~ it feels like a burden, It’s a daily struggle.
“But nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight —
Got to kick at the darkness ’til it bleeds daylight
When you’re lovers in a dangerous time”
And so I go back to my vision of future potencial while I kick at the darkness.
I have something worth having.
I have always loved this song.
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