Spontaneity Exercise 115
We all want a home. We all want a place to come home to. We all need a place where we are loved and where we are safe. We all cry. We all laugh. We all love.
The why’s the when’s the where’s and the how’s don’t matter anymore. Can you see that? Can you peer through the muck that this world throws on your windshield and see the truth? If you find out how, please tell me.
Look, we’re not here to suffer years of angst, pain, and suffering. We’re here to share our gifts with those around us, to look at our neighbor and love them despite their faults. Why, then, are we so very skilled at causing other’s pain? So efficient at killing and so hardened to other’s feelings? I don’t know. I do know, however, that pessimism is not the answer.
If I had had pessimism; I would have given up long ago.
Look back on your day. First, convince yourself it was a bad day. Go on, find all those bad things. Got it? Ok, now convince yourself it was a good day. Not as easy, maybe? That’s the reason to do it; convince yourself it was a good day, know it was a good day, and things will start to go truly right. I promise. Don’t worry because worrying (as has often been said) is like staring at your ceiling at some quiet restless hour of the night, trying to figure out how you are where you are.
Nightingale
Sing us a song
Of a love that once belonged
Nightingale
Tell me your tale
Was your journey far too long?
Does it seem like I’m looking for an answer
To a question I can’t ask?
I don’t know which way the feather falls
Or if I should blow it to the left
Nightingale
Sing us a song
Of a love that once belonged
Nightingale
Tell me your tale
Was your journey far too long?
All the voices that are spinning around me
Trying to tell me what to say
So can I fly right behind you
And you can take me away
Sing your song, follow your path, seek your truth. Believe and hope.