Burial & Four Tet should always be together to make beautiful offspring/music. Ahh…words cannot describe how much I love these two songs. :) They really take me to another place. Listen.
not only is love itself beautiful, but the notion of two people discovering each of their own capacities to love and be loved together is magnificently beautiful, too.
…and below is a bonus private past post that I will put up because “love thought” was too short:
Private - Dec 2, 2011
“24-25”
Oh Kings of Convenience, you guys will forever own my soul.
In further procrastination of my studies, I shall post in my bloggedy blog.
Admittedly, my head isn’t where it “should” be in my first semester of graduate school, but who is to say that this is not part of the experience? I will take a risk by layering my persona with some cheese by admitting that I have been too busy falling in love.
Counseling. I still find excitement in learning and consciously/subconsciously applying its content. The counseling major has officially sucked me in. So much growth and introspection to be gained from it, and the great part is that it will be a continuous growth. A major that promotes empathy and compassion…a major that promotes balance and inner peace for both the therapist and client. I see more clearly now that it echoes the principles of Buddhism. I am a fan.
My trade of choice stirs me up inside…it is unceasingly unsettling.
And the stance that we take isn’t much to bear/ Yeah, we leave things to change on their time/ And our failure to care for it leaves us blind/ ‘Til we’re tired and we’re crazed in the mind/ I’ve been, I’ve been silent.
It is easier to embark on self-exploration positively during a period of constancy and stability rather than when there are multitudes of changes and unpredictability.
When first we faced, and touching showed How well we knew the early moves, Behind the moonlight and the frost, The excitement and the gratitude, There stood how much our meeting owed To other meetings, other loves.
when you comprehend that what you see now is black and white…how do you shake yourself out of it…when from your every pore, the beads of zealous sweat of it seep through. do you want to?
passion…with its personality bringing you opposites of weakness and strength.
its stench so strong that it pierces through your nostrils and you spin. spin, disoriented. spinning wheels in vehicles moving much too quickly for any time to think about which direction to steer it…while the hands on my watch are ticking. i can hear them as loud as church bells.
