ayurvedium

i'm writing this today because we're headed up to the mountains early, spending the week in a little 65-year-old cabin we've had rented since last new year's day.

we won't be back until the day after christmas, except for popping down to an NA meeting christmas eve, so i can pick up my 1 & 1/2 year chip.

what a gift, huh?

i'll leave you with these words from ian anderson:

Hope everybodys ringing on their own bell, this fine morning
Hope everyones connected to that long-distance phone
Old man, hes a mountain
Old man, hes an island
Old man, hes awaking, says:
Im going to call, call all my children home

Hope everybodys dancing to their own drum, this fine morning
The beat of distant Africa or a Polish factory town
Old man, hes calling for his supper
Hes calling for his whisky
Calling for his sons and daughters, yeah,
calling, calling all his children round

Sharp ears are tuned in to the drones and chanters warming
Mist blowing round some headland, somewhere in your memory
Everyone is from somewhere---
even if youve never been there
So take a minute to remember the part of you
that might be the old man calling me

How many wars you fighting out there, this winters morning?
Maybe its always time for another Christmas song
Old man hes asleep now,
Got appointments to keep now
Dreaming of his sons and daughters and proving,
proving that the blood is strong

have a safe and serene holiday, suicidepeople everywhere!

i am grateful for each and every one of you!