it's two years old, but i didn't catch it back then. the album 'one plus one is one' by Badly Drawn Boy. Excellent stuff and it just spoke my heart this morning as I was listening...I couldn't believe it...
the song "This is THAT new song" and its stream-swimming image and its evocation of something my heart is missing and wishing for. ...
the song "summertime in wintertime" was so crazy right-on where my mind was on my walk home yesterday, when I looked at the beautiful bare treetops and thought "January" and realized that I may have been permanently programmed by my school years to live for summertime and Christmas, and everything inbetween just feels like waiting...and how ridiculous it is to live that way, to live looking ahead at all the "events" of the coming months, waiting for those, instead of stepping fully into NOW, TODAY, completely awake and alive and taking advantage of my time with Jesus on this earth... why would I drift through days and weeks, waiting for something to wake me....
I saw a thing on PBS tonight full of old photographs that made me mourn for the long-gone days when the US was a "real place." i probably need to explain that. A place where we let there be dirt and poverty and hard work and personal contact and DIFFICULTY in surviving and... I know some of these things still exist in this country, especially among immigrant populations, inner cities. but why is it that so many of us are cut off from those worlds? did tv do this to us? did it all change when the architects stopped putting front porches on houses?
why is it that I feel like this country is a collection of concrete buildings with closed doors that sometimes squeeze open to let you in or out, but "don't let any dirt in or any strangers in..." and don't let the rest of the world in; don't let us see that we're just one small part of it. People buzz from place to place in climate-controlled motor vehicles, and I don't know what they're doing and they don't know what I'm doing, we just pass each other at Target. and it's near to impossible to BREAK IN anywhere...
maybe everyone feels this way about their home country. Maybe I just like wearing "foreigner glasses"; maybe I just feel more able to blunder about and meet people and maybe the grass is just always greener on the other side...
maybe it's me.
2 comments:
not only do i love badly drawn boy, but i also really love listening to the way you think. it makes me feel a little more normal, actually, like the way i think is not so random & out there...
Christy loves badly drawn boy! How happifying. and if i make you feel more normal, then I must be more normal, too! do you suppose there are more of us? could we start a commune?
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