When you’re sneaking round the back door,
And she’s waiting for you no more,
And when you’re ready for her mercy,
And you’re worthy,
It will come*


My body raged against the news that had come.

I was suddenly wild with anger.

Wild with angst.

You do not die on me now, goddamn it! I said aloud. I am not through with you yet!

I raced off.

Where I was going, I did not know.

But I knew I had to get there fast …


All you women who want a man of the street
Don’t know which way you wanna turn
Just keep coming
And put your hand out to me
Cause I’m the one who’s gonna make you burn

I’m gonna take you down
Down down down …

Shoot to thrill, play to kill
Too many women, too many pills
Shoot to thrill, play to kill
I got my gun at the ready gonna fire at will**


“I need your help,” I said in a message to my gifted and powerful nephew.

To my nephew with the beautiful heart.

I need you to use all of your magical powers to help keep someone alive.”

“I’m on it!” he responded immediately …


I raged alone in the car.

And drove as quickly as I could along the twisted road.

The frigid air whipping my hair about my face.

And then a voice beckoned me.

Come here, baby girl. Come to me. I can help. Let me hold you.

I knew whose voice it was.

And so turned the car around.

And headed into the woods …


It had rained.

So I took off my shoes and walked barefoot in the mud.

I slipped once or twice, but found the Who I was looking for.

I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my cheek to his.

I released all of the anger and all of the fear.

He’s going to be fine, the voice said that may have been mine.

And I knew in that moment that the voice spoke the truth.

I softened then, spent.

And relieved.

Clear and cleansed.

In the Mud.



* Lyrics to “Her Mercy” by Glen Hansard

** Lyrics to “Shoot to Kill” by AC/DC


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