my voice was just a roar

by Amy Turn Sharp


I have been walking around these past few weeks trying to recall a song that was like on the tip of my tongue, blocked lyrics that I felt were constantly on the verge of being recovered. It has been such a tease. I have sat and squinted my eyes and pushed my lips together with no success. I have called friends and bugged them. I have consulted every subpar music site on the web. I was about to give up, to relinquish the quest to the dark and dank parts of my mind...allowing it to float right from my grasp.
Then last night as I sat writing, I had the divine intervention. I saw the lyrics and heard the song and finally it was there. I had forgotten that I loved The Wild Colonials and the "Fruit of Life" CD. I loved in particular the "Philadelphia Story" song. I loved it so much once...How did I forget so easily? I placed the song in some photos of our snowy weekend. Have a listen.

*Something else I would like to touch on here today is some sad news I found out. I adore the blog salt and chocolate and Mary Beth is a kind and fabulous woman that I have had the pleasure of connecting with and I read today that her 16 month old has been diagnosed with Leukemia. I am frantic inside for her and feel a bit off all day after hearing this news. The good thing is that his prognosis is good and they are positive. I still can't make it right in my head. I still can't shake the feeling of deep sadness. Life is hard and uncertain and I don't quite get it all the time. I am wishing them all the positive energy I have today. I am giving it all away. If you get a moment, go over and leave her some encouragement. Think about yr life today.
Spell it out as you walk around P R E C I O U S