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September 2009
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Have managed pretty much to avoid V-Day actions in general. Am not sure whether going out to Shiloh is a good idea in light of this, but want some hot wings, so will prolly go anyway.

It's just as well. I would very much like to find someplace quiet and still damp and pray for those people who love. It seems they do rest a bit heavier on my heart than usual today.

I wonder if a love really can transcend ANY political divisions. Or perhaps I wonder whether it will.


Most of the music we're singing in choir really makes me want to write a whole lot of eemoesque fic. I do not know what to do with myself. Today's pick was My Gentle Harp (Thomas Moore), set to Londonderry Air by Alice Parker (who arranged everything ever.)

My gentle harp, once more I waken
The sweetness of thy slumb'ring strain;
In tears our last farewell was taken,
And now in tears we meet again.

Yet, even then, while Peace was singing
Her halcyon song o'er land and sea,
Though joy and hope to others bringing,
She only brought new tears to thee.

Then who can ask for notes of pleasure,
My drooping harp, from chords like thine?
Alas, the lark's gay morning measure
As ill would suit the swan's decline.

But come, if yet thy frame can borrow,
One breath of joy, oh breathe for me,
And show the world in chains and sorrow
How sweet thy music still can be.



Just now, some hours later, was five steps out the front door to go to Columbia when I reevaluated my motivation for going and found it to be crap for reasons subtly outlined in a previous post. But now I do not know what to do with this evening I suddenly have. Marg. I could clean self or room, or do physci questions, or stay up till 3 AM. I want to go to the church, but I think there are people there. And it would not smell right.

The thing about a small town is that nobody thinks to make a little green quiet island in it anywhere.