Last Update: 2025-06-24
One page, maybe more - Seeds tossed in - some may grow - some growth may get picked and some may die - weeds get pulled, (hopefully). Not permanent and probably not sensible. Unreliable gardener.
Seed #1:
One morning at my desk, reading or maybe day dreaming, I hear soft rain outside. A song came to mind. I remember the following lyrics and the tune and that it was by Paul Simon:
I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm continuing
Tapping on my roof and walls
...
And so you see, I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you
My heart was melting as I thought about how my beliefs have changed so much over the years, but there is that truth that stays with me, the touch of incredible love that I don't think I can ever doubt.
Later I found it was "Kathy’s Song" and I have it by Eva Cassidy and she is awesome.
And another song came to mind, "Secure Yourself." I remembered a bit of it and later that it was by the Indigo Girls.
Secure yourself to heaven
Hold on tight, the night has come
Fasten up your earthly burdens
You have just begun
I felt myself become braced for the ride ahead. There was the sense of a hard time coming.
I've been thinking about the power of poetry and especially hooked to music. Such songs go deeper than the cognitive or even emotional levels. They enter without resistance and stir the pot of the whole being. For the most part the lyrics of "Secure Yourself" are a jumble when I try to understand what they mean. And yet if I just hear them they have power within me that seems to work inside giving a sense of the distress of transformation in process and a relieving breath of the outcome. And still my mind is in the dark.