Iron and Wine, you stun me.

I just listened to the most amazing song. It was the most beautiful piece of poetry meeting stunning music and having a love child that made the most incredible song you have heard.

Passing Afternoon by Iron and Wine. Wow.

Although I did not much today, I discovered this song. And sometimes that is more important, or at least more significant, in our lives that what we can produce in a day.

A collection of my favourites lines from the song:

there are things that drift away, like our endless numbered days.

Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves.

There are sailing ships that pass, on our bodies in the grass.

Spring time calls her children till she lets them go at last.

And she's chosen where to be, (though she's lost her wedding ring).

...The night that finds us all,
Winter tucks her children in her fragile china dolls...

My hands remember hers, rolling round the shaded ferns...

...like songs I'll never learn.

It's pretty stunning. Find it, listen. It will change your day.

I'm on the lookout for new music to get me through exams. I've found some in this album for certain.

I was thinking about the role of listener, the one familiar to us as students. Everyone is always telling us information, and often we forget that we have things to add to the continuing dialogue. Our thought counts too. We all bring view points and experience that make what we have to say valuable. Every day is an expanding of my point of view, every day I learn things that broaden my understanding of the world. It can only continue. Passive listening, learning; active writing, changing. But sometimes we have to unlearn things- senses of entitlement, elitism, thing that we understand everything when we don't at all. Unlearning is usually harder than learning something, so I try to approach things with as much of an open mind as possible. I try, and often I will be asked to think where I hadn't thought before. Hard work, innovative thinking, channeling of passion, and confidence in our capabilities will get us places. Us, who will effect change, make the differences. Big and small.

It seems somehow unfiting, as I reconsidered from before, to wish a people a happy good friday, since its supposed to be the saddest day of mourning. Regardless, happy good friday to my loves who I know really did have good good fridays.

luv Rach
from a stunning bright full moon kind of victorian night