The week/weak in Bears.

Today on my walk, backdropped (not a word, but it will do) by Rachael Yamagata, typed into the Notes section of my iPod:

Smells like rain and I'm glad I made friends with the Sun today. Me and my friends (who weather through themselves) share the same thoughts and things we say are buried in hills of cement and clay.
The bears come out to play and I reckon this to be a test of faith of another kind. So I will make the bears my friends and we will dance with the Sun tonight.
Now the sky strips off its coat of violet and it is black underneath. And I start to wonder if these bears are still my friends. The smallest one tries to hold my hand. But it grazes its paw against my feet and leaves a mark and I know danger when I see it... I really feel it.
I saw the Sun with its rays tucked to its sides; a flaming friend that smiles at me; tells me to be free, not to worry that the bears have lost their warmth. I chased it across the wheat. The bears are after me and I CAN'T SHAKE THEM OFF. The Sun held one of its rays outstretched. The Sun said, "You are My daughter and I am the Son."


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"Is this pain going to take control of me? (You have to be with me) God, in Your power, could You make some sense of this? (Fighting for You only) God, if I crumble, could You take me back to forever? So I could love You beyond this."
- Landscape of the Beginning

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