Hello to all,
My sister had a strange habit of talking about nothing, something, and everything all at once. Generally it started with a subject, then diverged into several contingency paths. By the time my parents got tired of it, it was a full out rambling rant that would make us all laugh. Long ago, my dad decided this practice of strange storytelling, was "Heathering." So, in my wonderful sister's honor, this site is dedicated to her. Tell a story, write a note, Heather (verb tense) on till your heart warms. It is my hope that discussing the stories of her, which made her so special to us all, our hearts will begin to heal. We miss you Heffer.
Skylor
If you want to submit a story, simply comment to one of the previous posts, I'll repost it for you.
I heard this song today and it reminded me of Heather... she was always so kind and compassionate and she helped me through some pretty hard times. The song is "Shelter From the Storm" by Bob Dylan...lyrics (or at least my best attempt at them) are below.
Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood,
when blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud,
I came in from the wilderness a creature void of form.
"Come in" she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured,
I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word,
In a world of steel-eyed death, and men fighting to be warm.
"Come in" she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved,
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved.
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
"Come in" she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Suddenly I turned around and she was standing there,
with silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.
She walked to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
"Come in" she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
And now there's a wall between us, something has been lost,
I took too much for granted, I got my signals crossed.
And just to think it all began on an uneventful morn,
"Come in" she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Well, I'm living in a foreign country, but I'm bound to cross the line.
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born,
"Come in" she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."