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Dear Friends,

I am losing my voice (physically) due to a killer cold. I am a first year teacher. The winter is coming; the winter is here. I need to control a room of eleven year olds and teach them things. I need to keep my ties from breaking. I miss everyone. I realize that sounds like a lot of complaining, and there are many amazing things about this life. One thing is that while I lose my voice and sometimes it feels like my sense of self is completely trod over and erased, I'm also forced to find my voice.

This morning I feel connected to "Live In A Hiding Place" by Idlewild, which I was introduced to by my love. Here are the lyrics...

There are times that I should try, To be so much more alive But if time was right then I would be with you again Or do you worry that I try to avoid the point And then deny The time I spent deciding it was you again

It's when I live in a hiding place It's the only way I feel safe When I'm safe in a hiding place (That's not hidden now) I'm safe in a hiding place It's the only way I feel safe When I'm safe in a hiding place

And you're full of facts But not things that could add up to words Think about meaning more as an after word As in afterward

I return but don't remain, I'm impatient for a reason To complain about winter, Making me see through again Or is it your damaged reply, That makes me realize that The more I try The less that plans will help me comprehend again

So I live in a hiding place It's the only way I feel safe When I'm safe in a hiding place (That's not hidden now) I'm safe in a hiding place It's the only way I feel safe When I live in a hiding place

And you're full of facts But not things that could add up to words You think about meaning more as an after word And you're full of facts But not things that could add up to words You think about meaning more as an after word As in afterward