We’re not dark yet

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.


Music leads us many places. Some expected, some not. I was recently watching “House,” a well done television drama about a doctor with the people skills of a bruise and genius level diagnostic skills. The show has some superb music from time to time and I heard a song I’d never heard before called, “One Safe Place.” The show vanished and the song took me over. And soon I was in tears knowing how each of us wants – and deserves – a safe place in life.

I went to the computer to learn what album the song is on and in my research learned that Mr. Cohn was shot in the head in 2005. I also learned he is married to 20/20s Elizabeth Vargas. I wrote them a letter.

As I look at the world around me these days I see too many who know firsthand the non-bigoted blast of trauma. I see too many who think themselves immune to the trauma of life and others who are so steeped in the poison tea of arrogance they believe themselves capable of handling anything with relative ease. I see too many who make money by pretending to care about the badly wounded and less fortunate among us, when the truth is they don’t care at all. None of this surprises me anymore. It is easy to hate in response to all this, but finding a safe place in life means finding a place that is not just safe physically, but a place that is safe emotionally and spiritually safe as well. Hatred never really hurt anyone as much as it hurst the person carrying the burden of hatred. Carrying the burden of hatred guarantees no safe place in your heart and soul. This I know.

And so, while this has been a rambling piece of writing…it is sincere and honest. Don’t forget to live, remember each of you deserves a safe place in life…on all fronts. And, if you want to hear Marc Cohn sing “One Safe Place”, you can visit the link below. You deserve it. And it’s safe.