Stay Together For The Kids – Blink182 (Press for the song which goes with the post)
She twirled – “its not right” – round and round – “so here’s your holiday” – and round – “you gave it all away”. A gentle smile caressed her face, as if remembering those times were almost pleasant. For how far had she come, how little had she known then, that things would get better – “its hard to wake up, when the shades have been pulled shut”. And now the mountain was conquered. The air was clear.
I could feel him looking at me – twirling around the room with my eyes shut – but I felt so liberated that all I wanted was to pull him within this glow I was feeling. The divorce, those times, they seemed so long ago now. A previous life enfolded into this one, a piece of my whole. How to bring him into my wonderful boundless peace? How to help him as I was helped. By those simple words in a song. Those simple words.
Oh music, your power, your grace. Bringing up tears that are not my own. They belong to the world, to the trove of human experience. Fire may be our most important discovery – but music, music makes us human.
Perhaps this post requires some explanation – especially considering my absence from the blogging world for so many months. There are certain songs, which I associate with certain times in my life. I listened to them back then to help me process what I was going through, whether good or bad. And now I listen to them and remember that person I was, how far I have travelled – and it fills me with such peace. Sometimes because now I am different, and sometimes because I am still the same. So my idea with this piece is that when you read it, you should listed to the song it refers to at the same time. An experiment of mine to see whether it endows the words with greater meaning – so I would be glad to know what you think.
They say that the songs you listened to when you were at the beginning of your teens hold a special place with you for the rest of your life, because they were the first choices you made about music yourself, not influenced by your parents or anyone else. You chose them – so they remain with you. I’m sure everyone must have songs like that.
An overwhelming swell of contentedness. A conviction that all is as it should be. They speak of blissful oblivion. This is peaceful self awareness – a much more satisfying state of joy.
A beautiful cup of coffee, a beautiful canal side view. This quaint little universe that holds my boundless elation. My soul is a self contained whole, buoyant, drifting on a river. Looking down into the water but not being submerged.
But with such wonder, there is also sadness, sadness that this feeling is mine alone and not for everyone.
A couple kissing on a wall, a pang of missing a certain someone. But happiness is resilient as I say, and sadness merely transitory. After all he’ll be back soon. And until then, my bubble remains afloat.
A post that might not make much sense in terms of a coherent message. It more reflects the pattern of my thoughts, how they stream through my mind like water – I wanted to capture this moment in my life. A happiness that I felt which was able to withstand little pangs of sadness, because happiness comes from the inside. Maybe not the work of the likes of James Joyce or Virginia Woolf, but all the same, there is something fun about stream of consciousness writing. There are less rules to be followed, more permissible senseless writing. Mapping thought patterns is so interesting – I challenge everyone to try it! Have a happy Saturday!
Have you ever obsessed over a phrase? It runs round and around in your mind like a child playing in a revolving door – round and round, to sleep, to sleep – per chance to dream, to dream. There is no more meaning to be found in the words, no depth of understanding which I gain from this repetition – but my mind is unable to let them go. Perhaps it hears what my simple ears do not. It feels like a mantra vibrating through me, a rhythmic movement dancing in my soul. Its consuming.
And then just as suddenly as the words captivated me, they fall away, and the silence is at once oppressive and a relief. I’m free to occupy myself with other thoughts. But I am left wandering whether there was something I should have gained from this manic repetition – or whether my mind was simple bored and off on a frolic of its own.
Over a week I’ve been away from blogging – I haven’t even been following any blogs! Shame on me. But here I am again, trying to get back on schedule. I scribbled these ideas on the first note pad I could find in the bar where I work, that’s generally how I do things. A simple post maybe, but this happens to me fairly often – almost like having a song stuck in your head but it is phrases instead. I was just intrigued about how the mind can be so consumed with only a few chosen words for no apparent reason. This time it was ‘To sleep per chance to dream” – a quote I haven’t heard since high school – funny how the mind remembers….
Compliments – unacknowledged beautiful things. The cheapest of gifts. A moment’s care and attention which can brighten someone’s day, broaden someone’s smile, make a person look up from the ground and see the world.
Yet, so often, compliments are brushed aside by the overbearing hand of humility. For some reason, we have been taught to blush and feel embarrassed when paid a compliment, rather than allowing ourselves to be warmed by it. Why is this I wonder? Is humility such a shining virtue? A lack of absolute humility is not equal to arrogance. Perhaps we are seeking to be complimented on our humble nature…so then why is a compliment for something else a cause for blushing? To appreciate beauty in others and the world around us we must first appreciate it in ourselves.
So I say pay that compliment and brighten someone’s day. Take compliments are they are given – do not shy away from them. Acknowledge and appreciate what is beautiful in yourself, and what others find beautiful in you.
This piece may feel corny, and to be honest I felt a little corny writing it. But it struck me the other day how many people do this, and think badly of people who merely thank the giver for the compliment and smile unabashed. We can indeed “change the world one smile at a time” and I think telling someone they look nice today is a good place to start. Positive feelings are infectious.
It takes a full cycle of seasons to feel like somewhere is truly your home. Its being able to dig in your sock drawer to find a warmer pair of socks. Going through your scarves to find the thickest. The transition from living on youruppermost layer of clothing, which you would do when living out of a suitcase – never quite having everything you might need. Its understanding that all your socks are now in the same drawer, and you don’t have to go to a different place, even country, to get them. It may sound strange, but such small things can be little blessings after so long of a nomadic existence. I’ll go through this as each season changes, as winter rolls in and I rifle for my thick coat and hats, finding them neatly stored under my bed. And so after a full cycle of seasons I may finally realise that I don’t have to pack it all up, leave behind the things I won’t need for the spring months or winter months. It’s all here. All my things are here now. A wonderful, simple thought.
It’s been a little while since my last post – I’ve been a little busy! I was looking for thicker socks in my sock drawer the other day when these thoughts struck me and I thought I’d share them. After 4 years of living out of boxes and suitcases, of packing up all my things every couple of months, it was a beautiful thing to me to know that all I had to do was dig a little deeper in my drawer to find my socks. Such a simple thing to most people, but after all it is the small things in life that make us the happiest.
It also seems a little strange to have this kind of post in August, but The Netherlands is having an uncharacteristically bad summer (which considering that it is northern Europe, think how bad it must be!) and it was so cold that I had to get out some warmer stuff, including my winter boots! But oh well, I suppose there has to be a down side to a good situation – after all I am finally where I have wanted to be with the person I want to be with. So I can take the rain.
Aren’t we all angels?
And what we think angels to be are merely reflections of who we want to be?
And when angels fall, isn’t that us falling from our idea of grace?
Angels are an embodiment of perfect goodness, a personification of the divine.
“Angels are in a better place”
No. Angels live among us. Some more disguised than others.
Lack of self-knowledge will lead us to believe that we are evil, and what a horrible word that is.
And though an angel may fall from grace, the abyss into which they fall has no end called evil – just loss, loss of self.
Evil was invented to represent that which we fear in ourselves…
So now we have angels and devils
Two extremes of a compass
What we want and what we don’t
– Are we the in between?
I wrote this piece a long time ago and just rediscovered it. It was just some ideas which came to me as I was sitting waiting for someone, staring out into space. At the moment I’m just working at night and sleeping in the day, so I haven’t had much time to go out and find inspiring things to write about. And the weather has been horrible, so I don’t want my writing to reflect my resentment at this so called summer. I don’t have a photo for this mainly because I wrote it so long ago, and I like to place photos with posts that are linked to them in some way, either by subject matter or what I was doing or feeling at the time I wrote it. So I’ve kept it simple. Have a wonderful Sunday everyone!