Eight Songs for the Restless, the Gypsies, the Wild Things (& Me).

Via on May 31, 2012

 I woke up restless yesterday.

And went to bed restless tonight.

In the in-between (and hopefully the again soon) I kept dreaming of far away places, and handmade boats; of soft, strange sounding languages that would roll around awkwardly in my mouth; of throwing a few sundresses and my cowgirl boots in a bag, and running away to live with gypsies and tinkers and dancing until the sky turns to ink.

When you are filled with wanderlust, restless, gypsy-hearted, tossing and turning—sometimes a song can be your boat:

1. When I grow up, I want to be a wild bird and fly away to wherever this is:

2. There are no words for this. Only made up ones in a language I used to whisper to my toys. I don’t remember it. I think they speak it in Iceland.

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3. If you aren’t listening to First Aid Kit, please. Get to it.

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4. “I don’t think about you anymore (but I don’t think about you any less).”

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5. Some songs, like twinkling fairy lights or far away fireflies, add a little bit of magic to your tossing and turning.

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6. They said they made it up. I heard it means “Oh, Infinite Nakedness.” Either way (or both ways) Om Nashi Me.

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7. The moon plays the ocean like a violin…

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8. Wake up to the sound of your fleeting heart:

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And if you’re still wild and restless, start and the top and listen again and again until it’s time to fly away (or time to hit your pillow and sail away to sleep).

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About Kate Bartolotta

Kate Bartolotta is the strongest girl in the world. She is the love child of a pirate and a roller derby queen. She hails from the second star to the right. She doesn't know how to behave with all the apples and ibexes. She doesn't suffer from her eight million freckles, she loves them! Like a rolling stone, Kate gathers no moss. Kate loves kale, being barefoot, Dr. Seuss, singing too loudly, gallivanting, palindromes, blackberries and has far too many books for her own good. When she's not writing, you can find her practicing yoga, running in the woods, playing with her kids, devouring a book, planting dandelions, changing the world and doing her dishes. Kate does not play the accordion. She is a massage therapist, writer and a compassionate friend to all. This year Kate aspires to finally give up on learning to knit and will instead spend that time putting a little bit more of her heart on the page. Connect with Kate on Facebook and Twitter

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3 Responses to “Eight Songs for the Restless, the Gypsies, the Wild Things (& Me).”

  1. brooke says:

    that first aid kit song is a fever ray cover… if you haven't been listening to fever ray, you must. she blows that out of the water..

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