Over-and-overing Four Winds from Bright Eyes. Nice wild fiddle.
"Hold us at the center while the spiral aligns
It's knocking over fences, crossing property lines
Four winds cry until it comes..."
I just read the loveliest essay by this stripper witch (witch as in pagan, dear, not an insult). She blogs here. In the essay, after she gives a guy a lap dance, he says she made him "feel really good--I feel things I haven't felt in years." And here's what she tells him: "Good. Pay attention to those feelings and you'll keep having them."
What strikes me about that is not just the compassion but the practical wisdom of that statement. Because whether you're talking lap dance or artistic venture or building a birdhouse, the trick to being ALIVE--not just slogging day to day--is just that: pay attention to what energizes you and makes you sing. Screw the rest.