hi all,
in light of the discussion a few weeks ago concerning letting things in (i.e., being vulnerable) or not, i found the lyrics to the title track of the new indigo girls album to be particularly fitting. it’s much better heard than read, but the basic point is still communicated…
“the dust in our eyes our own boots kicked up, heartsick we nurse along the way we picked up, you may not see it when it’s sticking to your skin, but we’re better off for all that we let in. we’ve lost friends and loved ones much too young, with so much promise and work left undone, when all that guards us is a single center line, and the brutal crossing over when it’s time. well i don’t know where it all begins, and i don’t know where it all will end, but we’re better off for all that we let in. one day those toughies will be withered up and bent, the father son, the holy warriors, and the president, with glory days of put up dukes for all the world to see, beaten into submission in the name of the free. we’re in an evolution i have heard it said, everyone’s so busy now, but we do move ahead. plents hurling, atoms splitting and a sweater for your love you sit there knitting. you see those crosses on the side of the road, or tied with ribbons in the median. they make me grateful i can go this mile, lay me down at night and wake me up again. kat writes a poem and she sticks it on my truck, we don’t believe in war and we don’t believe in luck, the birds were calling to her, what were they saying as the gate blew open and the tops of the trees were swaying. i pass the cemetery, walk my dog down there, i read the names in stone and i say a silent prayer. when i get home you’re cooking supper on the stove, and the greatest gift of life is to know love.”