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Enough Rocks

2 · Feb · 2000

I didn't know what to send this week. I looked through my files again and again only to conclude that sometimes I cannot put together a formation of words that feel right. It reminds me of a scene from Forrest Gump when Jenny revisited her childhood home. Do you remember? She threw rocks at the old house, knocking out windows in a fit of anger until, finally, exhausted, she fell to the dirt, crying. Forrest said "Sometimes, there just aren't enough rocks."

When I get like this it is often the result of feeling as though I am very far from home and slightly off course from the path that leads back. As I make my way, I want to see ahead of me so I might plan carefully and I want to go back to fix mistakes. But neither is possible and I become so angry. So, I hope you forgive me as submit someone else's voice in place of my own this time. If you feel a twinge of recognition, I encourage you make effort to locate some of Enya's songs and enjoy them over a cup of coffee this weekend.

Anywhere Is
written by Roma Ryan

I walk the maze of moments
but everywhere I turn to
begins a new beginning
but never finds a finish
I walk to the horizon
and there I find another
it all seems so surprising
and then I find that I know

Chorus:
You go there you're gone forever
I go there I'll lose my way
if we stay here we're not together
Anywhere is

The moon upon the ocean
is swept around in motion
but without ever knowing
the reason for its flowing
in motion on the ocean
the moon still keeps on moving
the waves still keep on waving
and I still keep on going

You go there you're gone forever
I go there I'll lose my way
if we stay here we're not together
Anywhere is

I wonder if the stars sign
the life that is to be mine
and would they let their light shine
enough for me to follow
I look up to the heavens
but night has clouded over
no spark of constellation
no Vela no Orion
The shells upon the warm sands
have taken from their own lands
the echo of their story
but all I hear are low sounds
as pillow words are weaving
and willow waves are leaving
but should I be believing
that I am only dreaming

Chorus
To leave the thread of all time
and let it make a dark line
in hopes that I can still find
the way back to the moment
I took the turn and turned to
begin a new beginning
still looking for the answer
I cannot find the finish
It's either this or that way
it's one way or the other
it should be one direction
it could be on reflection
the turn I have just taken
the turn that I was making
I might be just beginning
I might be near the end.

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"People have no idea how dangerous it is to face reality over hot coffee."

Penny Rene' - Journal quote from 2/9/98.

Posted by Penny Rene at February 2, 2000 10:12 PM