D-Squared

This week we heard from an old friend who is enjoying a sabbatical down in Costa Rica with her family. She was innocently reading science papers on “forests, glacial histories, climate change models and shifting landscapes” in the dim light when a fragment of this song suddenly popped into her head. The song was written many years ago on the back porch at the ranch and Karen knows that place. More importantly, Karen knows the place in the heart where that song comes from. She emailed asking me for the lyrics and made my day. I thought I’d put `em up here in case that happens to someone else – in case that ever happens to me. Cuz this one always puts me right back on the porch.

if I could move real slow
I could hear the rocks talkin
if I could move real slow
I could see the trees walkin
if I could move really slow
I’d listen to the dead talkin
talkin to the rocks
walkin with the trees
comparin family histories
talkin to the rocks
walkin with the trees
listen to the whistlin of the souls in the leaves

if I could move real slow
I could hear the rocks talkin