When our daughter Martha Elizabeth was born I had a tape player in my hospital room and played a recording of song/album by this name. Over and over and over.
Some Days Are Diamonds (Some Days Are Stone)
Song by John Denver
When you asked how I’ve been here without you
I’d like to say I’ve been fine and I do
But we both know the truth is hard to come by
And if I told the truth that’s not quite true
Some days are diamonds, some days are stones
Sometimes the hard times won’t leave me alone
Sometimes a cold wind blows a chill in my bones
Some days are diamonds, some days are stones
Now the face that I see in my mirror
More and more is a stranger to me
More and more I can see there’s a danger
In becoming what I never thought I’d be
Some days are diamonds, some days are stones
Sometimes the hard times won’t leave me alone
Sometimes a cold wind blows a chill in my bones
Some days are diamonds, some days are stones
Some days are diamonds, some days are stones
Sometimes the hard times won’t leave me alone
I still love all the songs on that album . Today seems a little like a stone day Sigh. Just a lot of things unsettled and unsettling. Sigh …. This too shall pass. But I don’t have to like it anyway. Do I? Truly how am I not celebrating a day where my 2.5 year old grandson came in my room about 6:15, with his Companion Pluto, and crawls up in the bed and snuggles me both of us falling back to sleep. Sigh again. I didn’t even turn on Morning Joe. I listened to the birds.
So what is it about these LONG days? What is it that turns us around and stirs up memories and dreams? What is it in our genes that calls us to dance or weep when those bone deep memories surface? Is it unusual to do both?
The long days of the summer— fill our hearts with hope —dread can’t survive in the light
God Abides Bobbie GiltzMcGarey, @June 20,2023 Easton,PA
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