And that’s when I had enough, burned my credit cards for fuel, and headed out to where the pavement turns to sand….N. Young.
OK-Ok ….wait a minute now. He actually thinks credit cards are cool, no? Why does he so connect with that line? Well, it’s sort of complicated. It's something about losing patience in the soul work, and knowing the rest is just that, the rest. Let’s start somewhere else and see if we can meet back here in a bit.
More and more he sees it in our faces. The need we have for a connection….the need for a human connection beyond the stacks of expectations. When it occurs we coo…and purr. We buzz with soul. We know it when it’s real….and it rarely fits into the prearranged holiday card that our childhood created. Looking, searching, wanting to collide with a glimpse of ourselves in another. Maybe they understand.
What is he speaking about? Nothing new or profound, be assured. Simply the daily human tragedy of our search….not an endless search, but one that requires a stern, yet pliant self. For even though most will not connect with us on any soulful level, they need us none the less, and to short change them will push you farther away from your own soul, limiting any chance of the light getting out of the proverbial bucket.
That’s it. That is why he is drawn to wayward, melancholy poetry, often planted and nourished in chord and harmony. It reminds him to keep going, reaching out for each and allowing himself to be helped by others, reducing expectations and rejoicing in the exceptionally long glance or the relaxed lipped smile. It is all there.
If it is true that all we need individually is within us (commonly thought of as true by those smarter than he), then it may and must be also true that all we need collectively is outside us, perhaps in you….or you…..or you. We don’t know for sure, so we continue, each day, each person, each soul.
