Beaches, Broken Hearts and Best Friends...

Not necessarily in that order...

One of my best friends, Becky and I have decided that the hard edges of life would be better viewed from the beaches of Washington State this week. We have packed the necessities. Tent, camera, whiskey and a guide on how not to get lost in the woods. We are leaving early in the morning. I am hoping for an epoch journey mirroring the introspection of Stand By Me sans the dead body but certainly I wouldn't turn completely away from a more Thelma and Louise type adventure as long as I don't have to deal with a Brad Pitt character and perhaps an ending with a softer landing...



We have discussed Ruby Beach. I have also thought a hike around Johnston's Ridge at Mt St Helen's might be exciting. Nothing like sleeping in the blast zone of a volcano to make a girl feel alive. The truth is we don't know where we are going. Perhaps our trip is a metaphor. Perhaps its just a trip and we will gain nothing more than sandy toes and dirty hair. But I am looking forward to quiet evenings around a campfire telling our truths and secrets and laughing at each other's bad jokes.

So here is to our week Miss Becky, here is to adventure, here's to us....

When I think of heaven
Deliver me in a black-winged bird
I think of flying down into a sea of pens and feathers
And all other instruments of faith and sex and God
In the belly of a black-winged bird.

Don't try to feed me
I've been here before
And I deserve a little more

I belong in the service of the Queen
I belong anywhere but in between
She's been crying and I've been thinking
And I am the Rain King

And I said mama, mama, mama, why am I so alone
I can't go outside
I'm scared I might not make it home
I'm alive, I'm alive
But I'm sinking in
If there's anyone at home at your place, darling
Why don't you invite me in?

Don't try to bleed me
I've been there before
And I deserve a little more

I belong in the service of the Queen
I belong anywhere but in between
She's been lying and I've been sinking
And I am the Rain King

Hey, I only want the same as anyone
Henderson is waiting for the sun
Oh, it seems night endlessly begins and ends
After all the dreaming I come home again

When I think of heaven
Deliver me in a black-winged bird
I think of dying
Lay me down in a field of flame and heather
Render up my body into the burning heart of God
In the belly of a black-winged bird

Don't try to bleed me
I've been here before
And I deserve a little more

I belong in the service of the queen
I belong anywhere but in between
She's been dying and I've been drinking
And I am the Rain King...