Another, from K. Rusby. Sometime I will post something substantial! Haha. This one's called "Daughter of Heaven". Sad, melancholy, and moving.
"Daughter of heaven Oh, daughter of now
Drifting away and don't make a sound
We'll cry when we hear that you ran from this town
She's gone to a new place now
She's gone to a new place now
Daughter of heaven Oh, daughter of now
The stars are your jewels the rubies your crown
We are standing off for your right to stand
She's gone to a new place now
She's gone to a new place now
Daughter of heaven Oh, daughter of now
Your eyes they were closed and your hands they were bound
There's a time in the past when I had to come down
She's gone to a new place now
She's gone to a new place now
Daughter of heaven Oh, daughter of now
Drifting away and don't make a sound
We'll cry when we hear that you ran from this town
She's gone to a new place now
She's gone to a new place now"
Life here at Holden continues with its daily rhythms. The town is small now, only about 50 people. There's only 1 guest, the rest are staff. I'm thankful for times like these. Today I co-hosted coffee at chalet 5, baked my ciabatta loaves, and cooked with good friends in their house where they were hosting a Super Bowl listening party. Then we had Eucharist together, and it was, as always, a beautiful service.
I'm leaving Holden in just a few days to return to Minnesota - back to family, friends, and the farm. I am so, so, so excited! I can't wait to see my brothers - I haven't seen Dustin in over eight months. I know for some people that might not seem like a long time, but for me, that's been too long. I miss getting to chat with everyone back home, and actually see their faces. On the rare occasion that I'm out of the Village, phone calls and Skype get real old, real fast. It will be good to sit on the porch, cup of coffee in hand, BS and joke, and have those meaningful life conversations with mom, dad, and brothers while watching the snow fall. There are so many things about being home that I am looking forward to.
Anyway - that turned into rambling. I'm sorry. Haha. I'm going to turn in for tonight.
Christ's deepest peace, my dear readers -
From my little mountain town in Washington,
Dean
It will be good to have you home, Mr. Dean Bean! Your rambling post was marvelous...your writing style is wonderful! Looking forward to a real live hug!
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