Some excerpts from the book I’m reading… (The Song Reader by Lisa Tucker)
“...it takes guts to go nuts…Most people ignore the wound, put a Band-Aid on it, and forget it. Only the gutsy ones can look right at the blood, stare into the pain, and risk losing their minds to know what’s what.” (end quote)
That's me, alright. totally nuts. Sometimes i wish i were like other people, those solid, two-feet-on-the-ground, mind-over-matter, good decision-making, unflappable folks. Those people who can just stack their lives up, block by block, and base every new decision on the solid foundation of these nice perfect cube-shaped blocks. me, i'm not like that. I'm not made of something solid and perfect like a cube. me, i'm like a can of that green slime stuff you played with as a kid, no really, i'm talking like the difference between solids, liquids & gases. (ok my kids would jump in here & call me a GAS sometimes but...never mind) I"m a liquid. I'm so emotional, I just slip through the cracks of any situation, no matter how prepared i think i am, and i'm just a big puddle of mess on the floor. and you can't put a band-aid on a puddle of mess. have you ever tried that? no. And even if I could put a band-aid on it, like i've tried to do in the past, it just won't work anymore. my eyes are opened wide. i see my spirit, i hear the song it's singing, and i cannot lie to myself or others anymore. i will risk losing my mind completely to live authentically, God help me please.
That's me, alright. totally nuts. Sometimes i wish i were like other people, those solid, two-feet-on-the-ground, mind-over-matter, good decision-making, unflappable folks. Those people who can just stack their lives up, block by block, and base every new decision on the solid foundation of these nice perfect cube-shaped blocks. me, i'm not like that. I'm not made of something solid and perfect like a cube. me, i'm like a can of that green slime stuff you played with as a kid, no really, i'm talking like the difference between solids, liquids & gases. (ok my kids would jump in here & call me a GAS sometimes but...never mind) I"m a liquid. I'm so emotional, I just slip through the cracks of any situation, no matter how prepared i think i am, and i'm just a big puddle of mess on the floor. and you can't put a band-aid on a puddle of mess. have you ever tried that? no. And even if I could put a band-aid on it, like i've tried to do in the past, it just won't work anymore. my eyes are opened wide. i see my spirit, i hear the song it's singing, and i cannot lie to myself or others anymore. i will risk losing my mind completely to live authentically, God help me please.
another good quote:
“You know, I bet you can tell an awful lot about a person from the songs they sing. I don’t mean if they’re in love, it’s a happy song; if they’ve broken up, a he-done-me-wrong song. I mean something else. Something in the brain maybe, that lets the music slip past all the things you know, and wish you believed, to what you really are...Those same words would be ignored if someone tried to just say them to you, but when they’re in the music, it’s different-you can’t help but open up. And then you start singing them, too, and it’s like your voice is telling you something you still don’t know, but need to. Like you’re stuck on a particular song and you can’t get it out of your head for a reason.”
I don't have to add much to this, it speaks for itself. I"m really enjoying this book, and it totally explains why so many songs keep coming into my head & into this blog lately, as I venture along this road and am so sensitive to these things that touch my spirit.
Time to get back to my book.
I don't have to add much to this, it speaks for itself. I"m really enjoying this book, and it totally explains why so many songs keep coming into my head & into this blog lately, as I venture along this road and am so sensitive to these things that touch my spirit.
Time to get back to my book.
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