The Ghosts Aren't Real

I started back at the gym. Small children cried and a dog covered its eyes ..... but, I feel the stirrings of something good happening. Endorphins, clarity, strength .... all of these. I still don't feel so great (UNDERSTATEMENT), however, I will be fine. How do I know I'll be fine? Because you told me!!

Thank you for your love and support, it wasn't my intention to blog the hard stuff here but it seeps out and I can't pretend, I have spent too much of my life pretending already. I am so behind on reading and emails that it's ridiculous. Sorry.

Do you know NieNie? My sister reads her religiously. She is home, at the end and beginning of a most massive journey. I look through her old posts and just yearn to be more like her, especially the way she nurtures and protects her family. She is amazing.

U2 have released a new single from their new album "No Line on the Horizon." It's called Get On Your Boots. Technically, it should read "Get Your Boots ON," (shouldn't it? Pam?) .. but it's Bono so I'm willing to let the grammatical error slide. Every time U2 release an album, choirs of angels rejoice in heaven. I listened to the single yesterday and shed more tears, but I think they are turning into tears of Relief and Hope. Last year whenever a U2 song came on the radio, it was no longer a sign, I used to think "Fuck Bono." I would not let any Light or Hope in, for it was so dark there for a while and we didn't know what would happen.

I still don't know what's going to happen. Who does? All I know is, I have made lemon and tomato meatballs and they are simmering on the stove. All the boys are out swimming, my washing is up to date, I have let Spirit back in, and I have five minutes to blog then get to tonights pump class.

Because I'm an athlete now, you know.

XOX


GET ON YOUR BOOTS
The future needs a big kiss
Winds blows with a twist
Never seen a moon like this
Can you see it too?

Night is falling everywhere
Rockets at the fun fair
Satan loves a bomb scare
But he won’t scare you

Hey, sexy boots
Get on your boots, yeah
You free me from the dark dream
Candy floss ice cream
All our kids are screaming
But the ghosts aren’t real

Here’s where we gotta be
Love and community
Laughter is eternity
If joy is real

You don’t know how beautiful
You don’t know how beautiful you are
You don’t know, and you don’t get it, do you?
You don’t know how beautiful you are

That’s someone’s stuff they’re blowing up
We’re into growing up
Women of the future
Hold the big revelations
I got a submarine
You got gasoline
I don’t want to talk about wars between nations
Not right now

Hey sexy boots...
Get on your boots,
yeah
Not right now
Bossy boots

You don’t know how beautiful
You don’t know how beautiful you are
You don’t know, and you don’t get it, do you?
You don’t know how beautiful you are
Hey sexy bootsI don’t want to talk about the wars between the nations
Sexy boots, yeah

Let me in the sound
Let me in the sound
Let me in the sound, sound
Let me in the sound, sound
Meet me in the sound
Let me in the sound
Let me in the sound,
now God,
I’m going down

I don’t wanna drown now
Meet me in the sound
Let me in the sound
Let me in the sound
Let me in the sound,
sound
Let me in the sound,
sound
Meet me in the sound

Get on your boots
Get on your boots
Get on your boots
Yeah hey hey