Inspired by a recent conversation with a bloggy friend, who confessed jealousy towards the situation in the Tom Hanks classic movie Castaway.
So I tell a wee story. I says…
Therapist: “Write about the Tom Hanks movie where he’s alone and why we need people in our lives.”
Me: “Are you insane? That’s a DREAM COME TRUE!”
And SCENE.
*bows*
(Editor’s note: Not all the time… just a lot of the time… well, most of the time… unless they’re My People… ergo not annoying… OK. Just make it all the time.)
It’s a trying time. I know this means that growth’s happening, and I’m grateful for that, even though it’s not easy.
I tend to retreat…
In every heart there is a room
A sanctuary safe and strong
I won’t allow myself to withdraw (that’s an old way of dealing, you know). But lately I have been exceptionally quiet.
My silence is my self-defense…
The matters aren’t large, like a major romantic disaster — just little bits. But the little bits are many, one after another. Stress piles on until my joint aches match my heart, and it has nowhere to go but out (why does frustration turn to tears?).
Of course, sometimes the little bits, over and over, are worse than one big thing. I told a therapist a couple of years after taking my tarnished wedding ring off that I was lucky because my heart hadn’t really been broken until my early 30s. She said, “Really? I think your heart’s been broken, little by little, for years.”
You can’t see me right now, but take my word for it — I still haven’t fully recovered from that statement.
Because it’s true.
And this is why my eyes are closed
It’s just as well for all I’ve seen…
I’ve sailed calm waters for some time now, but that ended some little bits ago. I’m in the midst of a storm that I’m trying my best to weather. I’m curious to see where this is taking me, but I find myself wishing for a different way to get there (the only way out is through, though…).
I’m letting music speak to and for, soothe, encourage, and heal me. I found this beautiful rendition of this simply lovely song while getting lost on YouTube practicing songs for choir. Although this tune is about romantic love, heartbreak takes many forms, so it’s on repeat.
It helps.
This, too, shall pass, my grandmother used to say. And it will.
And so it goes, and so it goes…
In the meantime, thanks for reading. And for *listening*…
And you’re the only one who knows…
What is Sunday Song? Well, I’m a musical gal, from my wee days taking piano and drum lessons, to my current stint in a community choir. To me, listening to music is what going to church is for some, so I celebrate with Sunday Song. Each week, I post a song that’s been my earworm for the week or something that reflects what’s happening in my world along with a wee story why. (Feel free to join in by posting in the comments — thoughts about my video/what it means to you, a video you’re enjoying this week, etc.) Also, check out all we do at DaisySmileyFace.com.
This week’s Sunday Song pops into my head every time I think about the happy news I got during choir.
I’ve so done this before. The thing about life, though — similar things keep happening and you have to handle them. So I breathe and reboot, take 1,000. *clapboard claps*
I’ve held my tongue. I’ve kept my mouth shut. Until the past few weeks.
Bits and pieces came out, then a deluge of truth I could no longer keep to myself. It’s a good thing I like solitude, because once you tell people what’s really going on, they often don’t want to spend time with you after that.
This week’s Sunday Song came to me as I pulled in to the parking lot at work after lunch on Tuesday. The new soft rock station hopped in their wayback machine to the 1980s with this classic schmaltzy tune, which I then sat in my car and sang at the top of my lungs.
If I controlled the world, there would be more of this door. EVERYWHERE. In an extroverted (loud) world, one (introvert) needs as much quiet as one can get. Continue reading “A Magical Mystery Door”
These three things, they randomly are.
Written quick, read by those afar.
Drivel, pointless; thoughts, disjointed.
Very low blogging bar…
Welcome to a random day when my brain is all WHAT? And when that happens, it’s all like, “Share this with the people!”
A dream about school and life events that I’m only now connecting after becoming fully awake explain what I Woke Up Singing today. And what song would that be?
I weathered the week. I weathered the weather. To recovering from the withering all that weathering caused, I turned to music. My internal jukebox offered up this week’s Sunday Song selection more than once each day this week. What can I say — even my jukebox-y brain has a sense of humor. (‘Tis true that you could say almost any word to me and a song will drop and start to play.)
I have the doors, but I haven’t written about the doors, so I’ll write about them for Thursday Doors for next week. I’z all curfubbled (NOT A WORD UNTIL NOW!) today since today began with me, in a half-sleepy stupor, wondering if it was a day I had to go to work. I came to consciousness just enough to mutter Expletive….. it’s only Thursday…. This week has been jammed packed with enough week to have it be over already; alas, there’s one more day to go. To get myself through, I’ve spent this afternoon looking forward, and I came up with a new thing I’m gonna do, just for me.
