Bring Home

“We have been called to heal wounds, to unite what has fallen apart, and to bring home those who have lost their way.” ~St. Francis of Assisi

Halfway Between

This wasn’t a hit for REM, but it resonates with me.

Full lyrics HERE.

“Sometimes I feel so happy, sometimes I feel so sad…”

There’s no drum. The only percussion instrument is the tambourine.

Full lyrics HERE.

Who, not What

Excerpted from Insomniac City by Bill Hayes, ©2017:

Earlier, over dinner, O (Oliver Sacks) talking about his late friend Gaj– Carleton Gajdusek, a Nobel laureate in medicine– with great excitement and conviction, comparing him to Goethe, of whom it was said, O told me, “He had a nature. A nature.”

I thought I knew what O meant– O, who has always disliked being pigeonholed, typed, as simply one thing or another, doctor or writer, gay or not, Jewish or atheist, etc.– but I wasn’t completely sure and prodded him.

“A nature,” he repeated, as if that was the only way to say it. “He wasn’t this or that, fitted with so many labels, an ‘identity,’ like people today, but all aspects of him were of a piece– this is who he was, not what he was; a force of nature, I suppose.”

Happy?

“I do not exist to impress the world. I exist to live my life in a way that will make me happy.” ~Richard Bach

Okay, but is that enough? Were we put on this earth just to have a few laughs and amuse ourselves? Is that all there is?

What if happiness is just the bait on the hook, the distraction that keeps us from our true calling? If we go chasing after happiness like a junkie looking for his fix, is there something bigger that we’re missing?

Move, Move Fast

“There is freedom in coming and going for no other reason than because you can. There is freedom in choosing to sit and be still when everything is always telling you to move, move fast.” ~-Elizabeth Acevedo, in The Poet X ©2018

The Worst

The Worst Thing
by Chelan Harkin, in Susceptible to Light©2020
(via Jules of Nature)

The worst thing we ever did
was put God in the sky
out of reach
pulling the divinity
from the leaf,
sifting out the holy from our bones,
insisting God isn’t bursting dazzlement
through everything we’ve made
a hard commitment to see as ordinary,
stripping the sacred from everywhere
to put in a cloud man elsewhere,
prying closeness from your heart.
The worst thing we ever did
was take the dance and the song
out of prayer
made it sit up straight
and cross its legs
removed it of rejoicing
wiped clean its hip sway,
its questions,
its ecstatic yowl,
its tears.
The worst thing we ever did is pretend
God isn’t the easiest thing
in this Universe
available to every soul
in every breath.

Word O’ The Day

Solivagant (noun):

  1. one who wanders alone

 

A Crayon Day

“It was a green summer day like what a child would draw, a crayon day with a few white cumulus children’s clouds, and the sun with yellow radiance lines sticking out.” ~Garrison Keillor, in Pontoon ©2007

I’ve read several of Keillor’s “Lake Wobegon” books, and Pontoon sticks out as my favorite.

It can be very dark in places, but it’s not the brooding, melancholy darkness that stifled some of his other books. It’s more balanced; it’s more obvious that the darkness is a part of life, not a way of life.

Just a Perfect Day

I was young when I first read J.D. Salinger’s short story “A Perfect Day for Bananafish,” and I remember being just completely blindsided by the ending. I’m pretty sure my mouth was literally hanging open. I was shocked, dazed, stunned.

I’m glad I read it when I was young. This older version of me would read it and think, “Well, life is like that sometimes.”

I wish I could still be shocked.

“A Perfect Day for Bananafish” is part of the compilation Nine Stories, available from the Electronic Library Project, HERE.

Barbara Stanwyck

I had only known Barbara Stanwyck as a rather severe older actress who specialized in playing overbearing matriarchs, so I was surprised to learn that she danced in the Zeigfeld Follies as a teenager.

You can read about her life HERE.

Timeless

There are some artists that are very much of their time. Michal Jackson, with his single glove and sequined socks, would never have worked in the 50s. Michal Hutchence, with his meticulous 80s fashion sense, would have been laughed offstage in the 60s. They could only have been successful in their own times.

But I think the opposite is true of Robert Palmer. I think he would have been cool no matter what decade you dropped him into. He had a presence that transcended eras:

Full lyrics HERE.