This Bouquet

Today, I started asking people for their forgiveness in preparation for Yom Kippur. I have never really done this before, but decided to do it this year because I feel like I am finally mature enough to truly take responsibility for myself, my decisions, and my mistakes. So, in preparation for that I've been doing some reading on Yom Kippur, Kol Nidre, and the whole process in general. Here is an article I really like about it.

A moved up to Seattle today. Good luck, love! You're going to do great things.

I really like this song, This Bouquet by Ani Difranco, and have for pretty much forever. It's been stuck in my head for a while.

got a garden of songs where i grow all my thoughts
wish i could harvest one or two for some small talk
seems like i'm starving for words whenever you're around
nothing on my tongue so much in my ground
nothing on my tongue so much in my ground

half the time i got my gaze trained on your motel door
fourth door from the end
rest of the time my gaze lays like a stain on the carpeted floor
if it weren't for my brain i'd go over and make friends
too bad about my brain 'cause i'd like to make friends

see the little song bird unable to make a sound
even though she follows her words from town to town
we both got gardens of songs; maybe it's okay
that i am speechless because i picked you this bouquet
yep, sure am speechless, but i picked you this bouquet