I'm not dwelling on my mistakes. I'm not dwelling on my expectations, even when they aren't met. I'm just doing what I know how to do, little bits at a time, so I don't get too overwhelmed. And it's working.
Is this how it's supposed to go? What say you, universe? Is the secret not so secret? Am I living at the speed and timbre that all things living do it? Is there really a thing called control? Or is it another ghost we created in our attempts to be all of it at once?
My blog is for me and those who know me, primarily. Others may stumble upon it and maybe even enjoy it. But I am not going to actively pursue methods of marketing it. Because it drags me away from the writing, it drags me away from my well-being. It drags me away from what I'm really trying to do.
I'm trying to find universal truths here, however I can. I'm only one tiny spec of perspective in this huge dust cloud of a galaxy in some larger entity's vacuum cleaner. So I'm gonna play as best I can. I'm gonna practice and try to give birth to a symphony, and may it be played and lead to more symphonies, if not a whole school of music. May these songs be sung and played and manipulated and regurgitated like nutritious syrup and enlightened kibble. May the violins streak naked sonnets across soft meadows of heather and jasmine. Strings, yes. Reeds, yes. All of them, holding hands and playfully galloping over rolling hills. Maybe even Julie Andrews would be there, before the nodule.
I hope to have more regular attempts writing down some of these endeavors. I'd like to write a musical. I'd like to write a song. I have already written lyrics. Here they are, to be set to music someday, of course:
Love like a painted nickel
Love like a whirling game
Love like it’s meant for nothing
Love by its every name
Give all that you can muster
Give like the southward wind
Give like it doesn’t need you
Give all that you can send
Love one and love another
Love it all and once again
Love like fathers and their daughters
Love whether or not sane
Give to all that fight to matter
Give to all there is no greed
Give to each and every lover
Give until there is no need
Give your love to friend and neighbor
Give your love to everyone
Give your love to foe or stranger
Giving love is never done
I like that song. I kinda have a way of singing it to myself, but I'm not sharing yet. I think I might try and write a melody with my nephew this summer. He's quite musical and creative.
Thanks for reading.