There is a line in a Counting Crows song*
that always rips my heart open:
"When I think of heaven
Deliver me in a black-winged bird
I think of dying
Lay me down in a field of flame and heather
Render up my body into the burning heart of God"
my sage and sandy heart burning beach birthday ritual
had me singing that line today.
* The heartbreakingly gorgeous version
on the 1998 "Across A Wire: Live In New York"
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