8:56 am / remember the mountain bed

I wish that I could take everything I truly love and care about and make it into a little town that I could live in or maybe just visit whenever I am sad or need to get away. I wish that when I went to this town everybody I truly love and care about would be there. There would be no clocks, no money, and no pollution either. Music and books would be plentiful. Trees and flowers and grass would be everywhere. There would be little parties and picnics all of the time. No danger in leaving the doors unlocked or sleeping outside. No need to plan or worry about what to do the next day. A river would run through the town, free of trash and god-knows-what. There would be lots of animals. Oh, such a fantasy is ridiculous! I realize these thoughts and musings, these fanciful wishes, are impossible and growing more silly by the minute. It only makes me sadder to realize how far away from reality my little town dream is, especially when I am in Columbus on a busy street with cars zooming by and I have work in a few hours. 

I need to appreciate all that I have right here that makes me happy... my music, my guitars and piano, Grey Brother, my books, the magnolia and red bud trees, and my family more than anything. I have Adam, even though he is in Switzerland right now. He makes me happier than I can even put into words or art... I could never even begin to describe it. In only a little over a month, I will be near him again! Even though people are turning this world into a mess, I am surrounded by love. I am surrounded by people and things that make me happier than I could ever explain. 

Below are some Wilco lyrics to "Remember the Mountain Bed." I don't know what the song sounds like because I've never heard it but I really like the words and they fit the way I am feeling.

Do you still sing of the mountain bed 

we made of limbs and leaves?

Do you still sigh there near the sky 

where the holly berry bleeds?

You laughed as I covered you over with leaves

face, breast, hips, and thighs

You smiled when I said the leaves 

were just the color of your eyes

Rosin smells and turpentine smells 

from eucalyptus and pine

Bitter tastes of twigs we chewed 

where tangled wood vines twine

Trees held us in on all four sides

so thick we could not see

I could not see any wrong in you 

and you saw none in me

Your arm was brown against the ground

your cheeks part of the sky

Your fingers played with grassy moss

as limber you did lie

Your stomach moved beneath your shirt 

and your knees were in the air

Your feet played games with mountain roots 

as you lay thinking there

Below us the trees grew clumps of trees

raised families of trees, and they

As proud as we tossed their heads in the wind 

and flung good seeds away

The sun was hot and the sun was bright

down in the valley below

Where people starved and hungry for life

so empty, come and go

There in the shade and hid from the sun

we freed our minds and learned

Our greatest reason for being here

our bodies moved and burned

There on our mountain bed of leaves

we learned life's reason why

The people laugh and love and dream

they fight, they hate to die

The smell of your hair, I know is still there

if most of our leaves are blown

Our words still ring in the brush and the trees 

where singing seeds are sown

Your shape and form is dim but plain

there on our mountain bed

I see my life was brightest 

where you laughed and laid your head

All this day long I linger here 

and on in through the night

My greeds, desires, my cravings, hopes

my dreams inside me fight

My loneliness healed, my emptiness filled

I walk above all pain

Back to the breast of my woman and child 

to scatter my seeds again