Morning Realizations: Pandemic Spoken Word for Friday in the run up to the 3rd Lenten Weekend 2021

Well here’s a snapshot of where I am today:
Music has lessons to teach me, every day. The pandemic has given me a priceless gift away from my once upon a time chosen Rat race.
So this morning the message was some long overdue grief and release work!

These days, I think many of us need to grieve, if nothing else, the massive losses of our tribe's first and second pandemics ( and loss in the tumultuous times between the two).
I think that's why I'm posting today 3.4.2021.

I Gotta Try (2005 Remastered Version)
Michael McDonald
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=gGgbMdMUSs8&feature=share


Some people see a change

Some will remain the same

But all of them live their lives under the gun

Some see the road as clear

Some say the end is here

They say it's a hopeless fight, but I say I gotta try

😀😀😀😃🤍🖤🤎💜💙💚💯💯💯
Maybe it's true what they say about
Maybe we can't make the ends meet
Maybe we'll all have to do without
Maybe this world's just incomplete

Well, we all look for truth in this life
Searching with hope inside
If it's so hard living in a desperate world
We all do the best that we can

Some people see a change
Some will remain the same
Others will live their lives under the gun
Some see the road as clear
Some say the end is here
They say it's a hopeless fight
But I say I gotta try now
Oh, I've got to try, baby

Maybe it's too much to think about
Maybe there ain't nothin' left to say
But if our time is really runnin' out
Then this ain't no time to run away

Cause we're destined to look
For the truth in this life [This IS. ME.THIS IS MY CALLING, as it were]
Searching with tearful eyes [ Again , THIS. IS. ME.]
If it's so hard livin' in a desperate world
Then tell me why was I born [QUESTION THAT I Am compelled to ask, so much that sometimes I get tired of asking the question. I think for many of us, this is what prompts many to surrender to leaving life on Earth. ]

Some people see a change ( type A)
Some will remain the same (Type B)
Others will live their lives under the gun ( Type C)
Some see the road as clear (Type A2)
Some say the end is here (Type B2)
They say it's a hopeless fight ( Type C2)
But I say I gotta try now ( Type A3)
Oh, I've got to try, baby ( In case you were wondering, I'm Type A- 1,2, and 3!)

Lonely, living so lonely
It ain't too late
To turn it all around

Some people see a change
Some will remain the same
Others will live their lives under the gun
Some see the road as clear
Some say the end is here
They say it's a hopeless fight
But I say I gotta try now
Oh, I've got to try, baby

Someone's tryin' (A)
Someone's cryin' out (B)
While we live under the gun (C)
Someone's livin' (A)
Someone's givin' up (B & C)

Michael McDonald wrote this in 1982. Not only does this lyric and music speak to the depths of my soul ( so much that it gives me shivers); when I pulled up one of his album covers, he is holding his head in his hands the same way I do when going into meditation.

This is my new gospel music, post addiction-to-soul-killing-toxic-mainstream-spirituality-organized-religion. That just no longer works for me. It only worked as an addiction. THIS IS A HUGE REALIZATION!
CONSCIOUS UN- COUPLING is demanded in sobriety. That's a big part of what my friend in Georgia taught me. His being part of a "Reformed" Jewish tradition of critical thinking as opposed to tacit acceptance and lock-step loyalty is actually the centerpiece I see in his life. Must write and thank him. We were so sad to part, but it was necessary. Especially for me since we were drawn together as brothers beloved. We were not destined to partner as a married couple. So, I was at risk for perpetual frustration and ultimate resentment/ jealousy/ harm to myself and others. Distance and physical separation gave me much-needed perspective. That actually allowed me to love him even more. I think the depth and intensity of that love spooked him when he was in CA for his friends in San Diego. I really wanted to see him. Bonding so closely without physical intimacy and sexual release can be difficult if not impossible without face-to-face conversation.

Moving on...

I'm fading out of sight
My wheels are the only sound
Runnin ' at the speed of light
I can't slow down
Out on the open road
Racing to beat the night
No matter where I go
Guess I'll get there all right
So why don't I understand what's trippin ' me up
It used to be a simple thing
I can't hold on, I can't return
Time to let go, start to live and learn
I took the one way flight
Too high to see the ground
Now I know how long it takes
A heart to come down

So Why don't I understand what's trippin ' me up
It used to be a simple thing
I can't hold on, I can't return
Rivers will run, bridges will burn
I'm not surejust how
But there's no lookin ' back now
I can't hold on, I can't return
Rivers will run, bridges will burn
I'm not sure just how
But there's no lookin ' back now
I can't hold on, I can't return
Rivers will run, bridges will burn
I'm not sure just how
But there's no lookin ' back now
No lookin ' back now
No lookin ' back
No lookin ' back now
No lookin ' back now...
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Kenny Loggins / Ed Sanford / Michael Mcdonald

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=IBP1JzwseEI&feature=share

Recessional to Life!

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STOP ASSESS FACILITATE EDUCATE/EVOLVE/ EFFECT PERMANENT PEACE I Also am a minority advocate for humans choosing to be unconditionally loving. Be S.A.F.E.

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Vernon Nickerson

Vernon Nickerson

STOP ASSESS FACILITATE EDUCATE/EVOLVE/ EFFECT PERMANENT PEACE I Also am a minority advocate for humans choosing to be unconditionally loving. Be S.A.F.E.