Neither music, nor life, should be a lonely journey.
And if it is, the journey can change.
A song written with all the single mums and dads out there in mind.
My breath.
The constant song
Of my very own bee hive mind
Keeping me alive
And conscious.
Yet sometimes that melody is lost
Like some small, unnoticed child
Amongst the
Thronging crowds of noise.
The crash of the ocean seas.
The wind humming in the trees.
The cars upon the city streets.
And the thumping beats.
All of these louder and more insistent
Than the coming and going
Of my tiny, insignificant
Inhale And Exhale.
But none of them more meaningful to me.
I breathe.
It’s a long story. Even our tiny part of it is long. Beyond telling, in even the smallest fraction of its entirety.
Which parts to tell though? Who even wants to listen? But we keep living the story, and then sharing, and listening to others share, all our parts weaving together into an intricate complex whole.
When we read a great novel, we don’t want it to end.
But we, little me and you, are in a never ending story. Even if our own parts in it will end . And we get to choose the kind of character we play - loud or quiet, impactful or subtle in our influence on the narrative. Albeit limited to an extent by nature and nurture.
Any character in a “real” novel would die to be given this kind of opportunity.
We’ve got it! We’ve got a role in The Very Long Story.
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The tides fall and rise
Without my say so.
They come and go
To and fro
The fall
The rise.
And though I may have my preferences,
There is no point,
No point at all,
To despise
The one over the other.
My own Fall And Rise
Is no different
To the tides.
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Help Me To Believe.
I need to get lost in your story, whether it be in the form of a song, or a book, or a film. As soon as I start to doubt….the moment something within the narrative seems unbelievable…. then the magic begins to disappear.
You could win me back. I’m a hard case but I know too well how difficult it is to maintain complete, unfettered focus in a listener, reader or viewer. And it’s very rare for anything to be THAT good. So, we have to be a little forgiving with the story telling, including our own.
But some stories are that good. Sometimes we are completely submerged in the imagined world that is presented before us.
I’m in complete awe of anybody who pulls off that trick.
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There is a daily blog that I read. It’s read by a few million I think.
Despite its many qualities and its resonance with me personally, sometimes, even fairly regularly, it gets repetitive. Sometimes I can predict what is going to be said.
I doubt it is possible to be creative and fresh all the time. However hard we try. I don’t manage to be that, I know.
But it doesn’t do us any harm to keep trying.
Inspiration needs A Moving Target.
Sometimes I get “aah” moments. I see something that I’ve been doing wrong, or understanding incorrectly, or thinking about back to front for most of my life. A sense of “Oh, THAT’s It!…how WRONG was I?”
And at those moments it feels like I’ve moved on. I’ve found a “solution” to one of life’s many little or large dilemmas.
But it’s not as easy as that. Try changing any habit or thought pattern of a lifetime. In my experience that habit or thought pattern is very reluctant to let go. It doesn’t respect the new revelation. Not one little bit.
It’s easy, then, to feel like that revelation was an illusion. It didn’t solve Everything Immediately. What a let down.
Really though, all a new of way thinking can do is set the direction for change. It still takes time, patience, and lots of little steps in the right direction, to undo the past damage. And kindness towards our past and present selves.
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It really is quite hard to start a new habit. To get something rolling to such an extent that it has its own momentum. That’s a nice place to be, but it’s hard to get there. Once it’s started though, it can be equally hard to stop, in order to move in new direction. Or to look at the habit afresh, and carry it on in a slightly different way.
I’m talking about good habits of course. Bad habits are annoyingly very easy to start. But also, and equally annoyingly, even harder to stop.
We, like every living thing, are searching for the easiest, quickest route possible to staying alive, to feeling alive, and to continuing like that until the very end.
On that basis, your typical Couch Potato is living the dream. Yet from the outside looking in, we don’t see that as being a great, enjoyable, or fulfilling lifestyle. And I’m sure it doesn’t feel like that from the inside looking out either.
Modern humans are a strange conundrum. Mostly protected from living lives in pure survival mode. And yet missing out on many of the things that would help us live better for that very reason.
Answers to this conundrum on a postcard please. To the usual address.
I’ve always been a subscriber to the dark arts of black humour.
Laughter, the first laughter in a baby, is a reaction to fear. It’s so closely related to crying, we don’t even realise it sometimes. Our tears accept and release the fears. Our laughter confronts it, and announces to the world that we won’t be brought down by whatever it is we may fear. We need them both. Although Tears and Laughter For Fears isn’t such a great band name.
Underneath it all lurks our fear of Death. That’s what we all fear deep down. Losing our grasp on Life once we have hold of it. Laughter is as an appropriate a response to that fear as tears are.
As with laughter and tears, life and death cannot be separated. They need each other. And we need them.
As the actress said to the bishop.
Change is here to stay. As they say.
There are indeed those moments when time seems to stand still. But the minute we grab on to them, try to hold them in our grasp, they’re gone.
It’s a dreich day here in Campbeltown. Yesterday was sunny and spring like.
Tomorrow, who knows?
Change Is Here To Stay.
And that’s all I’ve got today.
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People come together in grief.
It’s the one thing we all share with absolutely certainty. The end of things, once they’ve begun, is a given. We’ve been overwhelmed with the kind thoughts and condolences expressed in a variety of ways regarding my Dad’s sudden death.
I’m not the biggest fan of Facebook, but if all it did was to provide a place for people to say encouraging words to each other during difficult times, then that would be more than enough. And practically speaking the internet means we can easily keep people informed about the events in our lives.
Thank You, whether you’ve spoken to us, written to us, or just given us space. All of which are appreciated.
Life moves on very quickly. It is in constant motion. Whatever we are doing, or experiencing, it keeps creating. And we have no choice but to move with it. It’s not a bad deal really.
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