Little Kites (YOU!)

Hopefully by now, you've all received my email. If you haven't, let me know, and I'll make sure you're added to the list. I was listening to the song below, Kite Song, today while continuing the endless process that is unpacking. Kites are apparently very important to Afghan culture, and I'm looking forward to a kite festival that supposedly happens once a year. But, the song doesn't have as much to do with that as with little kites--you are all my little kites, and I hope I send some little kites in your direction once in a while too. And in case it answers the "why in God's name is she always running off to the weirdest places," well...maybe my kites fly better here.

Kite Song
Patty Griffith

The Sunday after there was laughter in the air
Everybody had a kite
They were flying everywhere
And all the trouble went away
And it wasn't just a dream
All the trouble went away
And it wasn't just a dream

In the middle of the night
We try and try with all our mights
To light a little light down here
In the middle of the night
We dream of a million kites
Flying high above
The sadness and the fear

Little sister just remember
As you wander through the blue
The little kite that you sent flying
On a sunny afternoon
Made of something light as nothing
Made of joy that matters too
How the little dreams we dream
Are all we can really do

In the middle of the night
The world turns with all of it's might
A little diamond colored blue
In the middle of the night
We keep sending little kites
Until a little light gets through