Thursday, June 11, 2009

LANDSLIDE





























by Stevie Nicks of Fleetwood Mac. This song has had growing significance for me lately.
The image above is of El Capitan, in Yosemite National Park. Dad, an accomplished oil painter, painted this formation in stunning majesty, where it hangs in his home.
(on player at bottom of post page, #86)


note the dedication in this live recording:




"This is for you, Daddy..."




I took my love, and I took it down

I Climbed a mountain and I turned around

And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills

Till the landslide brought me down

Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?

Can the child within my heart rise above?

Can I sail through the changing ocean tides?

Can I handle the seasons of my life?

Mmm, mmm, I don't know

Mmm, mmm

Mmm, mmm

Well, I've been afraid of changing 'Cause I've

built my life around you

But time makes you bolder

Children get older and I'm getting older too


So...



I've been afraid of changing 'Cause I've,

I've built my life around you

But time makes you bolder

Even children get older

and I'm getting older too



Oh, I'm getting older too

So, take this love, and you take it down

Oh, if you climb a mountain and you turn around

And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills

Well, the landslide'll bring it down, down

And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills

Well, maybe

the landslide bring me down

Well, well the landslide'll bring it down


5 comments:

  1. This song never fails to bring a tear to my eye. Especially the line 'Even children get older, and I'm getting older too.'

    Beautiful dedication.

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  2. Thank you, Ciara dear.

    That is the line which once got to me most. Though now, I am crushed by another two...

    Can I sail through the changing ocean tides? Can I handle the seasons of my life? Mmmm...

    I don't know...

    Thank you, again,

    Circe

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  3. Lovely song - and landscape, Circe.

    Perhaps, these are the ways of healing, growing. Fathers and their lives. We’re left in wonderment at some things, but I believe there are gifts, always - even if some aren‘t apparent, at first, under that shell of first-realization that needs to be gotten through. It takes time, it seems - sometimes, a great deal of time. I suppose, to all little girls (which we all are, inside, because that’s how fathers always view us), our fathers are our heroes. So strange-feeling when we realize just how human the hero was/is - and, vice-versa. The love we have for them never changes, though.

    You are in my thoughts, dear.

    Hugs,
    Amanda

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  4. Dear Circe,

    Just a quick note, here, to let you know that I am thinking of you. Today is a difficult day, I’m sure. It is, here, too, but I know how hard it must be for you, in particular.

    I’m sending you particularly loving thoughts, today, and will light a candle for your father.

    Love,
    Amanda

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  5. Dear Amanda.

    Thank you so much... that means so much to me.

    Seeing as I already typed a lengthy response, but was bumped off blogger for some reason and lost it, I'll take that to mean it may have not been meant to be (my earlier writing).

    I hope you weathered the day as well as can be, as well.

    Hugs and Happy Monday to you!

    Circe

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