A fumbled run...

After a long day spent scrubbing the floor of my garage and removing all the salt and grime from the winter, I went running this evening. As I struggled to keep a semblance of pace through my "run"ning nose, my thoughts went fumbling back to 1993. I remembered a woman I was interested in then. Both of us had hit it off rather well. We both liked the music of a then new artist called Sarah McLachlan who had released an album titled "Fumbling towards Ecstasy." In this particular relationship my pride and ego was the stumbling block, something that one recognizes and controls over time. In memory of that quite nice person, I took out my Sarah M. album...The lyrics of Fumbling towards Ecstasy...

All the fear has left me now
I'm not frightened anymore.
It's my heart that pounds beneath my flesh.
it's my mouth that pushes out this breath

and if I shed a tear I won't cage it.
I won't fear love
and if I feel a rage I won't deny it.
I won't fear love.

Companion to our demons
they will dance and we will play.
With chairs candles and clothes
making darkness in the day.
It will be easy to look in or out
upstream or down
without a thought

and if I shed a tear I won't cage it.
I won't fear love
and if I feel a rage I won't deny it.
I won't fear love.

Peace in the struggle to find peace.
Comfort on the way to comfort

and if I shed a tear I won't cage it.
I won't fear love
and if I feel a rage I won't deny it
I won't fear love.
I won't fear love.
I won't fear love...