they published your diary.

"someone'll get a letter to your soul" - Indigo Girls

I have been SO busy over the past few days that I haven't had a chance to be a good blogger. I've only been doing it for nearly two months now but already I feel that I am hooked. I want to tell you what I have been thinking and I am desperate to check in on all of the amazing people I have met - creative souls, going through so many of the same experiences. I am so full of thoughts and feelings about my last few posts and your responses to them. But today I have be out the door again. Today I get to learn about 'Health and Hygene' for my job. Good times.

I can't stop thinking about how lucky I am to have found this community. I don't have time to mull it over, but I have had a song in my head for the past few days & I am going to share the lyrics here. I have always felt that connection through time with some authors and artists, but never did I imagine that I would feel that same connection with LIVE, living BREATHING, creating people. We are so lucky that this age of technology has allowed us to meet each other in this way. I receive a "letter to my soul" so often that I sometimes want to pinch myself. On the live CD, Emily (of the Indigo Girls) says that through the pages of her diary, Virigina Woolf became her friend. I understood that before. I get it now. I'll see you later - when I've learned to wash my hands!! xo

Virginia Woolf - Indigo Girls

some will strut and some will fret
see this an hour on the stage
others will not but they'll sweat
in their hopelessness and their rage
we're all the same the men of anger
and women of the page
they published your diary
and that's how i got to know you
the key to the room of your own and a mind without end
and here's a young girl
on a kind of a telephone line through time
and the voice at the other end comes like a long lost friend
so i know i'm all right
life will come and life will go
still i feel it's all right
cause i just got a letter to my soul
and when my whole life is on the tip of my tongue
empty pages for the no longer young
the apathy of time laughs in my face
you say "each life has its place"
the hatches were battened
the thunderclouds rolled and the critics stormed
the battle surrounded the white flag of your youth
if you need to know that you weathered the storm
of cruel mortality
a hundred years later i'm sitting here living proof
so you know you're all right
life will come and life will go
still you'll feel it's all right
someone'll get a letter to your soul
when your whole life is on the tip of your tongue
empty pages for the no longer young
the apathy of time laughed in your face
did you hear me say "each life has its place"
the place where you hold me
dark in a pocket of truth
the moon had swallowed the sun and the light of the earth
and so it was for you
when the river eclipsed your life
and sent your soul like a message in a bottle to me
and it was my rebirth
so we know we're all right
though life will come and life will go
still you'll feel it's all right
someone'll will get a letter to your soul
then you know you're all right
(when my whole life is on the tip of my tongue)
then you feel you're all right
(empty pages for the no longer young)
and your hear dry you eyes
(you said)
and you know it's all right
(each life has it's place)
and your hear dry your eyes
(you said)
and you know it's all right
(each life has it's place)
and it's all right.