The title of this immediately conjured up the image of a Valentine’s Day plushy I was shown this weekend of an adorable skunk with Love Stinks on the butt. 🦨
There came a day when I would cut those strings and let myself fall. I expected to feel fear. I did not expect the elation, the absolute freedom of letting go of the thing I had tried so hard to hang on to. I fell so far, and yet I was flying. Isn’t it funny how that works sometimes?
Wonderful. My brain Inmediately started playing the Beautiful new Birdy song, Surrender, in the frontal lobe whilst drinking in that paragraph. Then David Gray took over my Brain Stereo with my favorite part of his new tune, Heart & Soul: “...and if I die tonight; to ask for more would be obscene.”
Yes, indeed, Love Is A Verb (old DC Talk track from youth camp church days).
The title of this immediately conjured up the image of a Valentine’s Day plushy I was shown this weekend of an adorable skunk with Love Stinks on the butt. 🦨
Wonderful. My brain Inmediately started playing the Beautiful new Birdy song, Surrender, in the frontal lobe whilst drinking in that paragraph. Then David Gray took over my Brain Stereo with my favorite part of his new tune, Heart & Soul: “...and if I die tonight; to ask for more would be obscene.”
Yes, indeed, Love Is A Verb (old DC Talk track from youth camp church days).
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