The Lion's Mane

My mane has grown rather long again. For a time, I even attempted to complete the look of the king of the jungle by growing a matching beard. Unfortunately, I don't think the facial hair quite balanced out the mop. Judge for yourself:









Also, you're listening to to a lovely song by Iron and Wine called The Lion's Mane. I really love the sound, the poetics, and the sentiment of this song.

For those interested, here are the lyrics:

Run like a race for family
When you hear like you're alone
The rusty gears of morning
And faceless, busy phones
We gladly run in circles
But the shape we meant to make is gone

And love is a tired symphony
You hum when you're awake
And love is a crying baby
Mama warned you not to shake
And love's the best sensation
Hiding in the lion's mane

So I'll clear the road, the gravel
And the thornbush in your path
That burns a scented oil
That I'll drip into your bath
The water's there to warm you
And the earth is warmer when you laugh

And love is the scene I render
When you catch me wide awake
And love is the dream you enter
Though I shake and shake and shake you
And love's the best endeavor
Waiting in the lion's mane