Sunday 09 December 2007: Sarah is a little grey today but also a lot bright pink!

Sarah says:
It's a kind of grey day. Yesterday too. But there's also something bright pink about it. Very mixed emotions. So glad to see a good friend this weekend. So tough to see her struggling and not have the magic cure, because there just isn't any.

So nice to walk in the rain today with my husband. So dark though. So very dark. It really feels like Sunday. A bit empty. A bit lonely. A bit cold. Yet still, I have some smiles in me and I put on my bright pink hat to give myself some color and cheer. Got some clothes today too and that always feels good.

As for Post Secret this weekend, I chose the below one about marriage. Honestly, the below post card doesn't make any sense to me. I have hardly witnessed a good marriage in my life, though I know they exist and there are a few people who I know genuinely have a good one. And I have a good one. I am pretty sure I do. It feels right. It feels good. But marriage, every single marriage or relationship, well, it can be damn hard. To have a really good, lasting one, well that's a huge challenge! I'm not complaining. I just know that when something is good, there always comes something to make it bad for a while and when it's bad, there's always something good that comes along to make it better and so forth and so on. That's life. And that's why it's possible to have a day like today where I feel deeply sad and troubled and totally happy and content. Life is a mixed-bag of trouble and joy I'd say... Today I've got both in mind!


Here's Ani Difranco's song Grey, which is at least half of the soundtrack of my day...


Ani Difranco - Grey
The sky is grey
The sand is grey
And the ocean is grey

And I feel right at home
In this stunning monochrome
Alone in my way

I smoke and I drink
And every time I blink
I have a tiny dream

But as bad as I am
I’m proud of the fact
That I’m worse than I seem

What kind of paradise am I looking for?
I’ve got everything I want and still I want more
Maybe some tiny shiny key
Will wash up on the shore

You walk through my walls
Like a ghost on tv
You penetrate me

And my little pink heart
Is on it’s little brown raft
Floating out to sea

And what can I say
But I’m wired this way
And you’re wired to me

And what can I do
But wallow in you
Unintentionally
What kind of paradise am I looking for?
I’ve got everything I want and still I want more
Maybe some tiny shiny key
Will wash up on the shore

Regretfully
I guess I’ve only got three
Simple things to say:
Why me?
Why this now?
Why this way?
With overtones ringing
And undertows pulling away
Under a sky that is grey
On sand that is grey
By an ocean that’s grey

What kind of paradise am I looking for?
I’ve got everything I want
And still I want more
Maybe some tiny shiny key
Will wash up on the shore