She Said

In the beginning act of the movie “The Princess Bride”, whenever Wesley says “as you wish”, Buttercup begins to understand that what he means is “I love you”. This works so well (imo) because it is a truth played out in life. The pursuit of a mate has not changed much over time. In a society where we choose our mates, we typically take it cautiously, looking for signs of reciprocation before being “completely” honest. It just saves a lot of awkwardness.
Or was that just me?
My mother tells me the story of how my grandmother was essentially “kidnapped” into marrying, at the hands of a powerful man in her South American country. Grandmother eventually fled to this country with her children. My mom was sixteen years old at that time. It’s from her that I own a significant amount of Inca heritage in my DNA.
For this song, I thought back to the early part of a budding friendship that ultimately became a marriage. We both went slow and weren’t actually “looking”. But there is a point when you know something is forming that is stronger than your resistance. You can give in to it, or you can fight it.
This song is inspired from the specific moment when we first kissed and embraced. We were standing on Del Amo Boulevard by her ’66 Mustang. I told her “I like you. A lot. Don’t leave.” Everything goes in slow motion when you open up. A thousand fears race through your head, but you’re done with pretending something isn’t there. A short, silent eternity passed “waiting” for one another to make the first move and in the end, it was mutual, and very passionate.
Undoubtedly, that was a romantic encounter. But as I wrote last month for Valentine’s Day, romance within the context of practicing love takes on more powerful meaning as time goes by. (I may have not stated all of that, but that’s what I meant)
That young love has long gone away and made way for the practiced type that requires more than words and kisses. This song includes both of those thoughts and wishes.

She Said

I will never leave you 
And I’ll love you forever
I will never leave you 
And I’ll love you forever

If we have lunch together
It don’t mean nuthin’
Don’t mean a thing
You don’t need to call me
And we’ll just split the bill 

I will never leave you 
And I’ll love you forever
I will never leave you 
And I’ll love you forever

Tell me ’bout the books you read
Though I’m not, much of a reader
Just want to hear your voice
To imagine the places you go

I will never leave you 
And I’ll love you forever
I will never leave you 
And I’ll love you forever

Can I walk you to your car
And tell you how much I really like you
If I kiss you on the street
Will you run away from me

She said
Never say never
And forever is a long time
She said
Never say never
And forever is a long time
She said

Hear it here:

She Said – from Mark Wade on Vimeo.


Photograph “A Pair” – Two phoebe during spring rituals.



Flight of One Thousand

As usual
It all starts in silence
A certain tension in the air
The catapult
Locked and loaded

Scouts of ten
Survey the landscape
Circling several times
Their leaving
Belies what happens next

Flocks of one hundred
Two hundred
Move and sway
Perfected unison

Joining and breaking apart
Until finally
One thousand birds
Act as one voice
Singing the evening’s chorus

I am told by experts that it is ok and perhaps necessary for me to hate the European starling and their murmurations. They are “invasive”….although it has been storied that they were brought here purposefully. “They kill off other song birds for territory.” So I must hate them? The answer is so much more complex.
Such is life, no?
Nobody tells me to hate something without a rise of suspicion. Hate answers nothing. It brings no resolution or redemption. Neither is its weight worthy of anyone’s effort. If we close our eyes and fill our pockets with hate and animus should we wonder why we feel empty?
No.
I love the starling’s murmurations.

Between a Penny and a Nickel

Love these little ones.
Their weight is about the same as a penny or nickel.
Wings hum at about sixty times a second!
How does that even work?!

Maybe it’s magic, or some sort of unseen juju.
Maybe they’re fairies from long ago.
Or some sort of reincarnated happy energy.
That found its way to find sweets all day.

Just watch it for a second.
Not too many times we get to witness real magic.

(Backyard vid – 4x slomo)



Daylight Cravings

Five o’clock is really four o’clock.
Here, let me wake you up during the most restful part of your sleep experience.
Like that do ya? Have fun gettin’ used to this again.
Drove to work this morning. Still not sure how I got here.
Am I even awake?

What I feel like on the “daylight savings” fiasco. Can we just stop this?

Bodie California – “Arrested Decay”