181 – Beeswing

She was a rare thing

Fine as a beeswing

So fine a breath of wind might blow her away

She was a lost child

She was running wild, she said

As long as there’s no price on love, I’ll stay

And you wouldn’t want me any other way

– Richard John Thompson

Caught some bees flying around the flowers in the pollinator cooridor today.

Reminds me of this beautiful song I heard recently.

“As long as there’s no price on love, I’ll stay.” – something about this line feels so noble and precious. Not sure the songwriter meant it this way or not but it inspires me to love more deeply and freely and grateful for the love in my life given freely.

4 Comments

      1. Your right, the song is beautiful and sad but so powerful in it’s story.

        Found a posted comment on the following line that I found quite insightful.
        “But maybe that’s just the price you pay
        For the chains you refuse.”

        Posted Comment
        “Its a paradox that what she perceived as freedom, actually leads her to being imprisoned in her addiction. If you abuse your freedom you may lose your freedom. She felt that “the chains” of settling down would limit her freedom.”

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