I'm going to Tennessee, she said.
And I saw her there--above sun-dappled water, head thrown back, hair glistening. And I felt homesick for the water. Just hold on, I thought I heard her say. Your turn is coming soon.
Hey, friend, enjoy the lake. You made me think of this song this week.
Enjoy...
Also in honor of Emily's Imperfect Prose on Thursdays. Empty of prose today, so sharing a bit of Mindy. She's one of my favorites.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
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i can see her as well...head thrown back, hair glistening...it's so good to know our turn will come as well..
Emily is one of my favorites too...
Mmmm...the water.
Thanks for the thoughts and prayers. Hubby is hanging in there, recovery going slow but steady. Yes, God is SO good and the only reason he walked away from that. well, pilot skills helped. :)
I love Mindy Smith's music. Thanks for sharing this lovely song and video. Reminds me of my husband's roots in Kentucky.
so nice to share laura .. gentle intense beauty
I'll head that way ...
{the plant was an astilbe and the butterflies were added}
oh how i love mindy smith. thanks for reminding me:)
missing my family in TN...
Thanks for this beautiful post! Love the music, so lovely!
i like mindy smith too, laura... and i love that you linked up with me today. it's when we're empty that he fills, no? you bless me.
Utterly wonderful...the music, the pictures...love it. Thank you!
I have never heard Mindy and her voice is so soothing...i think i might need to go to TN now!
Beautiful words, music and video, you managed to engage all our senses, well except taste, but I cheated and was eating grapes.
Cheers,
Joanny
from emilys
Touched my heart. You know how I love the old woods.
Oh . . this made my heart soar.
this was perfect.
I needed this tonight,
everything all scrambly and hectic.
Long drive tomorrow to bring oldest daughter to U. She transferred after two years, so new beginnings, farther from family. sigh.
and then later in the week a drive to bring another daughter to her first year. sigh.
where do the days go?
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