from the album, "Debut."
It seems like a quarter of my life happened in 1993... but that can't be true.
So much amazing music that year - in albums and concerts and festivals: Smashing Pumpkins, Belly, They Might Be Giants, Dandys, Bowie and Reznor, Chili Peppers, Bjork, Nirvana; Hole; double dose of the Dead and more...
Helps to moor me to my life, musical markers do.
All this talk about follow through - and my difficulty with it - brought to mind this song and then that year.It was the year that my youngest sister and younger cousins came to visit me at my magical mystery farm in Cumberland.
It was the year that we saw people blowing bubbles everywhere we went - at Mt. Rainier, parked at a light, at EndFest, on a bench - everywhere that visit.
As I've said before... coincidences are... interesting.
It had nighttime sleeping bag viewing and giggling, talking quietly at the annual August Pleiades meteor shower in the first pasture - trying to keep our eyeballs loose and fancy free to see whatever we might see. Listening to a large animal not far off... shivering a little because of it. Someone learned to pee out in nature for the first time - not me; been there, done that. Sometimes nature does truly call.
Lost on foot far in the wild, sun going down. (If you haven't seen the movie, "Dersu Uzala," I strongly recommend it.)It had some sad endings, but then every year does.At the moment of sundown on Yom Kippur, a person dear began with the truth, which eventually changed everything.
Truth is powerful.... truth be told.
It all turned out well, I'm happy to report.
Love, not bitterness is the retort.Death does still seem like an end to us;
Sometimes in the right frame of understanding;
Reality can shift quite suddenly.
The End is the Beginning is the End is this time... the Only.
The first Good.
Debut to The Dead and back again.