April 9 - Bluejays and Cardinals

This is a song aimed at the heavens, under the joyfully lamenting hope that that's where its intended audience is.

There's something hard to process about songs for people who aren't necessarily in a position to hear them. Words that you want to elevate beyond the material, but which will fall mostly on the ears of others.

I've been thinking a lot lately about goodbyes, both the spiritual kind and the material. They're almost always for the person saying goodbye, not the person leaving. I was saying this week that at whatever point I leave my current job (which won't be for years, I shouldn't think) I don't want any kind of party or leaving do or present or anything. I want to be there and to my job and then I want to go and be somewhere else. And I know that's selfish, because a leaving do isn't for the people leaving but for the people staying. But I'm selfish.

So when I slip free, even if it's without you, let me.