To Sing

My veins rumble with the songs of my ancestors. My clan, long known as the secret keepers, those with the long memory to recall the true stories and the lineages of all men were always close to those who ruled and those who communed with the gods. As time passed they became artists and writers, historians and keepers of the faith. I can see clearly in my mind the image of a great hall, one of my ancestors standing next to a great Chieftain introducing each who enter the hall for celebration with their lineage and the defining moments of both their clan and individual lives. The long memory that stretches across time within the blood, stirring and wakening me to the song I was born to sing.

Searching

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The world is changed. Look for me in the sunlight dancing on the lakes surface; feel me in the wind softly, subtly caressing your skin, taste me as the spice in the deepest of red wines. Know that I am beside you regardless of distance. We have all been betrayed. Cheated, lied to. I ache, I am lonely, I wish to be all I can. How do we express honesty? But to profess truth and hope, cleave to trust.

I, my beloved, I differ from your past. I offer truth. Does the past not feel this implication too?

A journey towards Christmas with Errant…

I offer musical suggestion for I am all out of words today. It was not pleasant yet I seek the beauty…

The ghost of Christmas past: Gotye

The ghost of Christmas present, with current local view: Lorde.

Christmas Past, Carol of the Bells.

Christmas Now… Maybe.

Heaven has a plan for you… tell me do you feel it or not?

Words by Errant Satiety, music noted, and image taken from here.