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Long December.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • Dec 16, 2020
  • 1 min read

For some odd reason I have begun to listen to Counting Crows again for the first time since high school.


Once I reheard Long December, I realized why I had been called to revisit them.


Listening to those lyrics resonated with me unlike any other song. As I am typing, I am humming, one more day up in the Canyon...


The song may as well be the soundtrack to my life these days.


There is one phrase in particular which accurately sums up 2020. "the feeling that it's all a lot of oysters but no pearls."


So do me a favor.


At some point today ask Alexa to play, Long December.


Feel the lyrics. Let them soak in.


..."there's reason to believe maybe this year will better than last."


God. I hope so.


In the meantime remind yourself of the light that attaches to you.


And make sure you SPARKLE.


Shit its been a long December, but I have every reason to believe that next year will be better.


na na na na na na na na YEA.



 
 
 

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