I'm practically bed ridden after an 8 hr day of training in Boston which would have been fantastic despite my ridiculously terrible cold that came out of nowhere and knocked me over like a freight train two days ago. UGHHHHHH. ;) I'm okay and the training was great but really when you're that sick and desperately holding a cough in, sitting in an almost but not quite bearable chair in a semi-quiet conference room among 35 other people is absolute torture!! ha. Seriously. I hope you never have to hold in a vicious cough the way I did.... even after taking every cough syrup/soother/droplet/pill imaginable to make it subside. :p
Consequently, after my eight hours pretending I wasn't super sick and failing miserably in the process,then anhour drive in the pouring rain home, I was admittedly feeling more than a bit beat up and defeated by my own body. I hardly remember sitting down but definitely do know I was surrounded by steaming soup, a massive bag of cough drops, and nighttime (aka please knock me out immediately) Robitussin, when out of both nowhere (and somewhere close to heaven at the same time), from one of Pandora's lovely (at least one song saves me every day) brilliant stations, came James Taylor's voice wrapping its tone around me like a warm blanket combined with candy and cough syrup mixed with sweet childhood scenes. Some of the best memories of my youngest years always seem to intertwine with James Taylor's soothing and nostalgic voice, as I spent many hours as a young girl with his songs floating somewhere in the background, as if they were painting the backdrop and ingraining themselves in some beautiful permanent way.
This song and meaning has a way of whisking you to a familiar place; back to days when the world was enormously limitless, along with playgrounds, big suburban neighborhoods and summer camp. "Copperline" represents the childhood memories in every one of us, whether or not we knew James Taylor's music as children. We carry it always, holding it close through days of triumph, days of defeat and everything in between. Whether it be a song, a scent or a certain voice, something always somehow from somewhere takes us right back to where we started: to Copperline.
Close your eyes, listen to it, and may we all have a deep, restorative sleep tonight. <3
"Even the old folks never knew Why they call it like they do I was wondering since the age of two Down on Copperline Copper head, copper beech Copper kettles sitting side by each Copper coil, cup o'Georgia peach Down on Copperline Half a mile down to Morgan Creek Leaning heavy on the end of the week Hercules and a hog-nosed snake Down on Copperline We were down on Copperline
One Summer night on the Copperline Slip away past supper time Wood smoke and moonshine Down on Copperline One time I saw my daddy dance Watched him moving like a man in a trance He bought it back from the war in France Down onto Copperline Branch water and tomato wine Creosote and turpentine Sour mash and new moon shine Down on Copperline Down on Copperline
First kiss ever I took Like a page from a romance book The sky opened and the earth shook Down on Copperline Down on Copperline Took a fall from a windy height I only knew how to hold on tight And pray for love enough to last all night Down on Copperline Day breaks and the boys wakes up And the dog barks and the birds sings And the sap rises and the angels sigh, yeah
I tried to go back, as if I could All spec house and plywood Tore up and tore up good Down on Copperline It doesn't come as a surprise to me It never touched my memory I'm lifting up and rising free Down on over Copperline Half a mile down to Morgan Creek I'm only living for the end of the week Hercules and a hog-nosed snake Down on Copperline, yeah Take me down on Copperline Oh, down on Copperline Take me down on Copperline"
The past month has been both lovely and stressful and thrilling and questioning all at once and I have been so preoccupied with finding a job that girlandlovelynotebook was sadly put on the back burner. Every day I've felt the need to blog like a subtle magnet pulling me back however, so now here I am with a job, more stability back east, and a clearer head. I missed being able to create, find inspiration and write, and will never give up on it, despite sometimes extended breaks when my world has somehow gotten too hectic. When I devour all forms of art, a strange guilt comes with the release because it often feels too good to stop. If life allowed, I could binge on color and words and music for days as the hours slip away almost as though they are non-existent in my pursuit for all that is real.
"Write, write yourself alive."
Sometimes I don't necessarily believe in "balance." I suppose that, (being the passionate person I am) one part of my life needs 80% while another part takes 20%. Then I'll flip it and throw myself into another part whole heartedly that I intuitively know needs my attention. I tend to rise and fall as tides do, rather than being constantly trying to balance the waters, yet I somehow find harmony in this method. Everything moves, revolves and changes all of the time so I believe in flexibility and acceptance of this idea; flowing with what works for you each individual day as best you can, whether you veer quite obviously more toward one end of your life than another with the confidence that it all comes back full circle anyway. I DO think that we must follow this however:
I also believe as human beings, what we want is never simple. We swiftly move along things we thought we wanted, but they aren't always as fulfilling as we'd hoped. I know that all we truly want appears in disguise when we dream and then when we wake, those things stay with us, buried as the animal within that aches for what we don't really know, then gradually can see with great clarity later through clouds and smoke and the full blown sun.
Speaking of ALIVE, if this song doesn't make you feel it, then I don't know what to tell you. ;) Just kidding but this band,Cut Copy has recently been the soundtrack to my life. Enjoy. :)
Hi, I'm Victoria. :) I'm a grounded dreamer, optimist, and lover of the world we live in... an INFP. This blog is a love letter to words, music, design, inspiration, and anything I might find to be lovely. :)