I had an epiphany the other day that really helped in a few ways, but for the life of me I can't remember exactly what it was. It had to do with reconciling expectations, personal standards and individual circumstance, I think. Or perhaps it had something to do with understanding when my role in the story stopped and when my own story continued seperately. Or about not having either power or responsibility (a la Dogville) and that is freedom. It just fascinates me how what sparked off in my mind swiftly dissolved into my spirit and worked despite there being scant traces left for memory.

And in the quiet moments:



I am not learning how to play this song because it is always meant to be told to me. For the rest of my life.