drunkard's prayer
a rainy sunday. peter and i worked all afternoon in the garden, getting the oregon soil under our nails. periodically, i wish i were a farmer - to look out over the corn, and know i had to tend to it or the family would not make it through the winter. it's something so simple, but i know i'm completely idealistic about it. maybe we could at least have a few chickens (i believe you're allowed four per household?).over the rhine came a few weeks ago. i didn't expect to be so moved by a show. but linford's grin made me smile for days, while karin's voice brought me to tears. and it wasn't out of awe or disbelief, but more because the music is so implanted in my past. the songs didn't just accompany me through summer of 2002 - they defined it. and so-forth for 2003, 2004, and 2005. it was more the idea of being so intricately taken through the past four years all in one night with the music. and it made me aware that i CAN feel, and feel passionately at that.
posted by jessica @ 5:26 PM
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i suppose that is how i would feel if the shantee reunited and came to town...an impossibility.
i too have had recent dreams of farming the land, maybe out behind an idealistic hippy comune. I visited adam felmlee in pennsylvania over spring break and we went to an organic herb farm, the people who run it go to his church...it is so simple, so desirable, so not how to make money, and yet another impossibility for the time being.
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