You Should Know Where I'm Coming From

Happiness is a babe on my chest

This song is really beautiful, and I'm using it to mark this day both because so many aspects of it have been beautiful, and because I can still completely relate to the longing I hear in her lovely voice:

What if I said I'd break your heart?
What if I said I have problems that made me, me?
What if I knew I would just rip your mind apart
Would you let me out?
Maybe you can stop before you start

Maybe you can see that I just may be too crazy to love
If I told you solitude fits me like a glove
Would you let me out?

You ought to know where I'm coming from
How I was alone when I burned my home
And all of the pieces were torn and thrown
You should know where I'm coming from

The lighting was so magical at Quarry Ridge today after work!

These photos tell the story of some of the beautiful moments of my day -- coffee with a close friend and her baby snuggling on my chest -- mountain biking (complete with brand new trails and an on-site mechanic when I was having some troubles mid course) after work with the sun just beginning to set... I also applied for a new job that I have a really good feeling about and had an excellent practice this morning and TRX workout at noon in which I felt strong and capable (a nice contrast from how I felt this weekend).

I'd never heard of Banks before today, nor heard her, but I really love her sound. And I love how she finds a way to express what I so acutely felt before I started my healing journey:

What if I said I was just too young?
What if I said I was built on bricks of carelessness and crumbs
What if I said I'd be gone before I could come
Would you let me out?

The truth, I reckon, is that the only person who can let you out is you --- at least the only person who can let you out permanently. Don't get me wrong, it helps -- really helps -- to be loved:

Your sought out ways
My own, my own
But you turn me away from my low blows
Boy, you should've known

But no one else can do our healing work for us. And that means that even with support, it can feel like a lonely process sometimes...