That's holding me back
Well, tell her that I miss our little talks
Soon it will be over and buried with our past
We used to play outside when we were young
And full of life and full of love
Some days I don't know if I am wrong or right
Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
and close the music portion of this post as "Come as You Are", covered by Iron Horse from Pickin' on Nirvana--plays on Spotify. "Come as You Are" with banjos. Could the morning get any more surreal? No I don't have a gun...
The truth is, as I sit here reflecting, I can't remember how long it's been since I've been this consistently happy. When I wake and realize there is no potential conflict ahead in my day, I feel the physical release in my shoulders and in my breath. And then I get the buoyant bubble that rises through my body and bursts forth in a smile. Life is good. Really, really good. Sure, I have my share of first-world problems, but they are just that: less than dandruff on someone else's shoulder.
It's too bad that leaving a job is a bit like getting a divorce: The friends always get divided up and you never know if they just weren't friends in the first place, or if there is some other pressure in their lives that makes them choose not you. Whatever it is, the constant thread connecting me to the majority of the people who have been in my life for the past several years has snapped: I no longer have access to Slack (the texting/communication app used by everyone at d.w). And I find myself thinking, "I need to post to yoga pod to see if anyone else had as much difficulty with the asanas as I did today!"... and I can't. I am no longer on it. But those thoughts are momentary regrets, less substantial than the ash of last night's fire. In the bigger picture, the sun is shining, and the world is my oyster.
Today I work on the lovely quilt made from Crown Royal bags for Patrick, meditate, walk the dog, do yoga, blog, check in with friends, do some paperwork (including signing my exit papers--Free! Free!), and end at the movies ("Plane" with Gerard Butler) with the love of my life.
I know I said the music references were done, but "The Finer Things" by Steve Winwood came on as I wrote the last paragraph and I just can't ignore the obvious message the universe is sending me? Won't you come out and dance with me?
Keep shinin' y'all!
Let's go out and feel everything
If you hold me
I will let you into my dreams
For time is a river rolling into nowhere
We must live while we can
And we'll drink our cup of laughter
The way my soul gets lost in you
The finer things I feel in me
The golden dance life could be
And have walked bitter streets alone
And come morning
There's a good wind to blow me home
So time be a river rolling into nowhere
I will live while I can
I will have my ever after
The way my soul gets lost in you
The finer things I feel in me
The golden dance life could be
Life is glowing inside you and me
Please take my hand, right here where I stand
Won't you come out and dance with me, oh
Come see
'Til they get the best of the night
And come morning
They are tangled up in the light
So time be a river rolling into nowhere
And they love while they can
And they think about the night so sweet
The way my soul gets lost in you
The finer things I feel in me
The golden dance life could be
The way my soul gets lost in you
The finer things I feel in me
The golden dance life could be
1 comment:
The world is your oyster. You'll be able to turn on your imagination and play, now.
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