This song, written by Stephen Spritzer after the death of a friend from Hallowell, Maine, is a lovely meditation on loss. Carrie Cahill Mulligan, maker of extraordinarily beautiful hats, sent me a CD with this song on it. I listen to it often.
There’s no official video for this song; this one is fan-made. I used to listen to this song when the album first came out and just cry my head off. But good crying. Cathartic crying.
The whole album is one of my all-time favorites because it’s so beautiful — dealing with death and healing. But this song hit me so hard that even now I can’t put the CD on and just let it play (ok, I don’t listen to CDs anymore because it’s all ripped to my iTunes but this song is unchecked so it doesn’t show up unexpectedly in shuffle).
It’s the lyrics below that bring me to tears, the idea that we were all brand new babies once and that a part of us is still that vulnerable, that fragile and hopeful.
Oh, my sweet sweet darlin’…
What? you know when you open up your eyes?
Oh, I’m afraid there wont be anyone there
I’m beaming you all this light
Who is it?
I’m holding my sweet mama in my arms
Is she dying?
No, I think she’s just been born
And she looks so… sweet…
And she looks so… hopeful
And she looks so… trusting
This song Big Girl (You Are Beautiful) by Mika is crazy fun. As the kids on American Bandstand say, it’s got a good beat and you can dance to it. I’m sharing it as a therapeutic moment because of all that fat positivity I’m always hollering about.