little sinkings in the earth

Here is a photo of a genuinely happy Laura.

I don’t know what all it is. I was just hanging out in my room with my bestie, reading The Mists of Avalon while she watched something and tumbl’d. My mom was downstairs priming the kitchen window-frames to paint them, and playing Sting. All of a sudden, she blasted it — for the song After The Rain Has Fallen. And my instincts kicked in: this woman raised me, after all. I jumped up and ran downstairs, and I danced and sang like a nutcase all over the messy kitchen with my mom. And I thought about the song, and the lyrics — about how love can fix everything, can replace our hurts. I thought about my dad, and how he loved to watch me and my mom dance happily and goofily around — oh excuse the interruption, we just got up to dance (slow-dance style, with spinning and hugging) to Brand New Day (“all you lovers in the world — STAND UP!”) — and how maybe he is watching us today and is really glad that I’m here, and we’re together, and dancing still. 

And I just. I ate really well today and I am now eating a big bowl of Oreo ice cream and I have a great internship and plans and a wonderful boyfriend and a dog and friends and I’m just feeling really happy. And my hair is getting long again.

And yeah, I do think love is going to take care of everything, in its own sweet time and own sweet way.

"After the rain has fallen
After the tears have washed your eyes
You find that I’ve taken nothing that
Love can’t replace in the blink of an eye"

Sting, After The Rain Has Fallen

Love you and miss you Daddy. I know you love me too — I know, I know. 

“Let your pain be my sorrow, let your tears be my tears too. Let your courage be my motto — that the north you find will be true.” — Sting, Let Your Soul Be Your Pilot

"When the doctors fail to heal you, when no medicine chest can make you well, when no counsel leads to comfort, when there’s no more lies they can tell, no more useless information and the compass spins between Heaven and Hell: just let your soul be your pilot. Let your soul guide you, he’ll guide you well."

Let Your Soul Be Your Pilot, Sting

I Was Brought To My Senses — Sting

"Where the two birds were flying I swear I saw you and I."

I Was Brought To My Senses, Sting

"Set up your microscope and tell me what you see, but you still know nothing ‘bout me"

Epilogue (Nothin ‘Bout Me) - Sting

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Sting — If I Ever Lose My Faith In You

You could say I lost my faith in science and progress
You could say I lost my belief in the holy church
You could say I lost my sense of direction
Yes you could say all of this and worse, but
If I ever lose my faith in you, there’d be nothing left for me to do

"every blade of singing grass was calling out to me
that our love would always last
and inside every turning leaf
is the pattern of an older tree:
the shape of our future, the shape of all our history
and out of the confusion, where the river meets the sea
were things I’d never seen, things I’d never seen
I was brought to my senses"

Sting, I Was Brought To My Senses

If I Ever Lose My Faith In You - Sting 

if I ever lose my faith in you
there’d be nothing left for me to do
I could be lost inside their lies
without a trace
but everytime I close my eyes
I see your face 

From my family’s official driving-to-Sea-Ranch CD. As Mom and I drove south on Highway One, en-route to scatter Dad’s ashes back at Sea Ranch, this came onto the tinny radio signal we scrolled past. It was almost unbelievable. (daddy please come back for me)