My Story
There has been a great deal of change and loss in my life in the last 7 years. I’ve navigated emotional wounds and have faced hard truths. As a couple, my husband and I have had to say goodbye to loved ones and have dealt with injury and illness. We’ve made empowering but challenging decisions, shaking up our lives in a way that makes room for new possibility. Through this, I’ve come to understand that finding any kind of joy in suffering and struggle is not a linear path from darkness to light, but rather a deconstructing and reconstructing process that happens in the thick of it. Like so many others, I’ve had to build morning out of pieces of the fallen sky on more than one occasion. I’ve had to pick through pieces of my pride and set my stubbornness aside to get at the light. For better or for worse, this tearing down and building up process is a product of living. What’s more, I’m coming to terms with the reality that finding authenticity and joy is directly proportional to my willing to engage in that process.
Folk Rock Opera
The woman comes to rcognize – as she begins to find happiness in her suffering and in her struggle – that the path from darkness to light is not a linear one. Rather, it is an unending process of up and down that happens in a liminal space. Within the narrative of the album, this song represents a turning point for the woman: a point of revelation during her dark night of the soul. Here, the woman begins to learn that she has been spinning her own myth about the darkness – a false tale that tells her the darkness is inescapable, painful and wrong.
Daylight
by angela josephine
seven years ago i saw the
moon drop to the earth and in the
darkness i found pieces of the sky
i didn’t really know that it was
morning that i held and that the
darkness was just daylight in disguise
seven years ago i stacked those
pieces end to end until the
darkness was a shelter to despise
i didn’t really know that it was
morning that i built and that the
darkness was just opening my eyes
daylight daylight stayed with me
drunken, broken, stubbornly
picking through the pieces of my pride
daylight daylight don’t you know
never ever let me go
though it was on darkness i relied
seven years ago i saw the
moon drop to the earth and in the
darkness i saw pieces of the sky
i didn’t really know that it was
morning that i held and that the
darkness was just daylight in disguise
seven years ago i flung those
pieces to the ground and in their
crashing i heard all my questions why
i didn’t really care that it was
morning that i tossed and turned and
crashed and burned ’til darkness turned to light
daylight daylight stayed with me
drunken, broken, stubbornly
picking through the pieces of my pride
daylight daylight don’t you know
never ever let me go
though it was on darkness i relied
daylight, daylight
daylight, daylight
daylight, daylight
daylight, daylight
Enter the experience…
Tear up your list. (Keep the pieces)