went to see my son play a show the other night. was so exhausted after day number 7 at work. had trained on a new task which required starting at 5:30am. by the time his show rolled around i was running on fumes. got to see him play, met some of his newer friends and bought (him) a drink so the place of business will want to have him back.
he knew what my schedule was like so he was surprised to see me there. i was surprised to see me there. |ha!| but i love listening to him play. and i want to support him in his dream. he’s been writing his own songs - damn good ones - since he was 13. 16 years later you can hear the time he’s put in. i’m proud of him. and i’m in awe.
what would it be like to know what you were for since you were 13?
and pursue it?
in this hell of a life, may the sun rise and shine gently on our backs.
may we remember (if we’ve forgotten) what we’re here for.
may we be grateful for a grand design so immense we can’t hold it.
may we be held in love’s arms.
even if the only arms that hold us are our own.