breathing deep
It's almost fall, and I'm starting to feel that restless, wistful stirring in my spirit. I am looking forward to losing myself in the changing colors of the mountains around me this year. I approach this new season with the breathless anticipation for which I have mixed feelings. There is the passing emotion of excitement, but also the realistic side of me that knows the season and all its glories will come and go, and I will soon find myself in the coolness of winter again.It's amazing how much impact a change in environment can have. Things feel different to me as I sit on my back deck and listen to the overpowering sounds of cicadas celebrating the night. The air demands that I breathe it a bit deeper, and the stars in the sky seem to tease me in an effort to convince me to stay up and wander beneath their light all night long.
I am taking a break from classes, just in time for the fall. I am looking forward to having more time to hike up mountains, wade through streams, read good books, lounge on the deck with my guitar, and engage in lots and lots of good conversations. I am also looking forward to some great concerts. Lately it seems that every where I turn I bump into someone with great taste in music, and I am being reminded of how much I used to love to sit in a coffee shop or bar or park, and allow myself to be wooed as talented musicians spilled their souls to a sparse but intense audience. This fall will involve more of that magical experience known as live music.
I will also be spending some time up in my old stompin' grounds in NY, as there is a wedding in the works. I saw the whole fam this past weekend, and was amazed anew at the life, youth, and beauty of my nieces ... and swept away in awe at the grace, wisdom, and strength of my 84-year-old grandmother. I returned to my home with fresh vegetables from the garden and lots of good memories of the almost-fall climate in NY.
I need to go spend some more time under the stars, but I will close this post with lyrics from a song written by quite possibly my most favorite lyricist, Bill Mallonee. If he were single, younger, and a little bit more normal I think I would absolutely be in love with him.
Songwriter (Numb)
yeah i wish that i could change things
rearrange the pieces and the bits resistant though they are
the ones that fell right through the cracks
the stuff left over from exploding stars
obvious from the back row
to everyone but me
it's always sad to see what you become
when you're looking after number oneyeah i wish that i could change things
testify to some deliverance
yeah i'd talk show it right into the ground
like some salvation experience
yeah i wish that i could change things
and say some new words for all these feelings that i felt
we all wanna change things
but can you change yourselfi tried to make you like me with some words and a six-string
'cause i wanted you to like me well some folks even spilled some ink
and even when it got cold i hardly knew i'd died
i guess you go a little numb and then empty on the insideyou're rarely remembered or thought well of
for when your game was its strongest
and words you wish your head didn't say
are the ones their hearts will hold onto the longest
and the promises you should have kept
you're one million versions of a stumbling-12-steps
and that never seems to be enough
when your flesh and blood keeps screwing upi tried to make you like me with some words and a six-string
it was really just a cry of sorts and some fancy conjuring
and even when it got cold well i hardly knew i'd died
i guess you go a little numb before going empty on the insidein spite of all my ties i was driftin'
and now the kids they are full grown
and just because you got an address
doesn't mean you've got a home
they say that it's a cruel world
some cite it as a sad fact
and they say God He must not give a damn.
and God says well I don't know about that.
'cause i keep hearing whispers
saying everything's gonna be alright
you put some goodness back in and you take your stand
and you hold onto to Him for dear lifei tried to make you like me with some words and a six-string
i was starving for a deeper love my God what shallow reasoning
and even when it got cold i hardly knew i'd died
i guess you go a little numb 'fore going empty on the inside
going empty on the inside
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home