Essence
The song Essence by Lucinda Williams has been a recent constant. She practically growls:
Baby, sweet baby
whisper my name
...
I am waiting here for more
I am waiting by your door
...
I am waiting for your essence
The note in her voice reminds me of the intensity of new relationship, the frisson of excitement and longing for connection.
When I first met Andy, I was drawn to him with that intensity. Now we move in a slow, comfortable dance (or is it a mildly tired, sleep deprived dance?). I wouldn't trade positions, but the memory brings a smile.
posted by La Uva @ 10:34 PM
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Sweet.. ;)
I wonder if what you have (blue morning glory) might actually be bindweed--which is related, but wild, and takes over EVERYTHING. I am unsure if you plant true morning glory as an annual, if it will revert to that. Bindweed is awful. At our old house, it took over absolutely everything, and came up along the foundation all around the house such that we could not eradicate it. Watch out if you pull it up and put it in compost, because it will grow from any little white root. This is one weed to put in the yard waste/garbage bin! --Mel
I've been creating a mix cd. I am emerging from hibernation, and this is part of waking up.
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