In this era of heroin addiction, of young girls in small Massachusetts towns arrested in gas station bathrooms in possession of 44 bags of heroin. The loss of Philip Seymour Hoffman. The news reports that the working class are more compassionate. That my mother always opened the door for strangers. That I am trying to not be so kind but am so naturally kind.
Then I find the song below. This heart wrenching beauty for all the people who seek and need counsel. For the people I know who pursue the profession.
For warmth. For opening hearts and giving space. For love that feels this committed. For surprise endings.
For these lyrics:
For this song: