Listening to John Hiatt singing Feels like Rain thinking so of many battered and bruised by life’s travails, sheltered behind barricades that blind, or lead or to miss or lose the love that’s right in front of us. Were trying again, letting love happen, taking that risk, an act of weakness, then why’s it so hard to do?
Listening to what may be the most beautiful version of Hallelujah I’ve ever heard, remembering dreams lost, lives gone, chances lost, thinking God give me strength to accept the possibilities life offers me, and please don’t let my fears lead me astray. Yes, I know it’s hard when some have had other try to end them, but do we really want to allow those others to pilot our lives from here on out? Not me, not me.
Listen to Springsteen’s Tougher Than the Rest … Toughness (strength), the capacity to allow life’s experience unabridged by history’s wounds, plans gone wrong, the missteps of ourselves, and others. Finding the strength to love sometimes means going through the fear until the fear can’t hold on; it means going through the rain to reach the sunshine.
Listening to Marc Cohn’s One Safe Place I find myself still believing love can be one safe place. If this makes me a fool, well then, fuck it. So be it. I say dream on, keep the faith. Don’t give up. We’re not dark yet.