31 mai 2020

A Flock of Black Swans Comes Home to Roost


Lyric of the week:“I was a freedom riderWhen we thought the South had wonVirginia in the spring of ’61I sat down on the Greyhound that was bound for MississippiMy mother asked me if that ride was worth my lifeAnd when the shots rang out I never heard the soundBut I am still around…” –“Highwomen” by The HighwomenVerse of the week:“The storm is not as important as the path it opens.The mistreatment in one lifenever as crucial as the clearingit makes in your heart.” – Mark Nepo, “Fighting the [...]