Words. Julie Hamlin

January 21st, 2011 by Conor

Love you, Conor–here is stuff for words. Love, love, love what you have been doing and I am just sorry you are doing it. Here goes:

I realized I was harboring for far too long this Wizard of Oz fantasy of Danny’s recovery from his injury. You know, Danny would wake up and be surrounded by the loyal cast of characters and he would recount the whacky dream he had. Tin Man, Lion, and Scarecrow—you’d all be there! (And no, I had not done any casting in this realm!) I just kept replaying the last five minutes of that movie in my head.

I love the dispatches of hope & progress, but know that the Wizard of Oz moment will not happen in that way. Danny will, however, be surrounded by a very fine cast – those who have been in Montana and this extended community.

This morning I was listening to the new CD from The Decemberists, and the first track resonated with Danny’s—and our— new challenge. Here’s an excerpt:

Here we come to a turning of the season
Witness to the arc towards the sun
A neighbor’s blessed burden within reason
Becomes a burden borne of all and one

And nobody knows, nobody knows
Let the yoke fall from our shoulders
Don’t carry it all, don’t carry it all
We are all our hands and holders
Beneath this bold and brilliant sun

Love & hugs,


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