Tuesday, March 11, 2003

The Patience of a Saint

Okay, yes, my life is a soundtrack. Rediscovered this album this weekend, and Neil Tennant’s lyrics seem to fit my new role on the Search Attributes team at eBay … especially since I have no computer yet, nor a badge, but I do have a spec to read …

Talking of my attributes
The things I do so well
As anyone whose in cahoots
With me will readily tell
I’ve lived up here, I’ve been down there
I’ve bought so I could sell
And if I drove a faster car
I drive it bloody well

How could I change … I live without restraint?

And I would try the patience of a saint.
And I would try the patience of a saint.

Sunday, March 09, 2003

Turning...

… last night of transition, tomorrow begins something brand new. listening to a bunch of my old acoustic favs (joni mitchell, dar williams, cheryl wheeler, christine lavin) and reading some more Rumi:

A secret turning in us
makes the universe turn.
Head unaware of feet,
and feet head. Neither cares.
They keep turning

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Dance, when you’re broken open.
Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of the fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance, when you’re perfectly free.