Jenny, and fellas, thank you, thank you. I feel the blood tripping over tired valves, looking to flow, trying to flow, turbulent on the inside. These sounds gave permission to that congested love looking for a path to the see (sic.). We all bore the anxiety of not knowing, and now immerse in the reality of what we have done and not done. Take that open hand and lay it heartwise, dear one.
Jenny, and fellas, thank you, thank you. I feel the blood tripping over tired valves, looking to flow, trying to flow, turbulent on the inside. These sounds gave permission to that congested love looking for a path to the see (sic.). We all bore the anxiety of not knowing, and now immerse in the reality of what we have done and not done. Take that open hand and lay it heartwise, dear one.
yes, the best kind of tears. Thanks to all the collaborators, including the land-and-sea of Georgetown!
Keep singing Jenny….comfort comes from you to my heart. Thank you!
loved this, Jenny. xo
Jenny, This post and this beautiful song is full of hope. We will get through this. We must stay strong. Onward!
Beautiful. Thanks.