Random musing

Sitting at my desk at home, pencil in hand and ruler at the ready, i decided to take my little leisure time and begin that arrangement/mash-up of Sweet Lies and Angel eyes Ive had in my head for nigh 2 years (Beres Hammond) ... and i couldn't...the "why"s "What if"s begun to strike again i full force as i looked blankly at the Manuscript page before me which had shown such promise just seconds before...

what if its no good?

what if its too horrid and makes others annoyed?

why am i doing this?

why would anyone read let alone do this?

I removed myself from my workstation and summarily went for a long walk.

as i walked i hummed the themes of each song which spoke to me, my slow traverse of the neighbourhood, now a staple of my late nights at home (I usually only have nights for leisure), was calming, lending its usual tranquility. this morning (now the morning after) I set out for my place of employ my Neighbour, after my usual mumbled Good Morrow stopped me in my tracks by expressing a like for the song I was singing last night as i passed by her gate...guess thats one "what if" laid to rest...

Life really is too short to focus solely on what would hinder growth...

Such Beauty in release...pt 1 of 2

Walking to the Bus stop one morning, I passed a lady who I've begun to refer to on my more morose days as the dreaded Pharisee disguised as a Moral compass. she frequently chants a psalm from the sidewalk opposite her yard gate, King James bible and water in hand, Spreading the morrow's word (often, of course, taking the guise of "which brand of sinner do we condemn today") This day, however, she surprised me.

...she sang...and condemned noone

She stopped the task she was about at her gate, and just sang, lifted her hands and clapped a rhythm to accompany the chorus she belted joyously...she released her anger, her righteous indignation, heck, her bitterness, and for that instant it was her and her spiritual experience...and it was beautiful

Give pause and reflect...

"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle." - Plato

so often it is that we assume no one knows travails and hardship as we do, for in our minds we typify everyone else as the average, a part of the sepia canvas that gives backdrop to our "oh so colourful selves." ...now that does not say that we are all so self involved as to be like that [openly] but truly consider how many of us use "whats up" as a cadence to a greeting, never actually caring what the response is, yet is utterly offended if the question is not asked of us in turn: "how dare you not return my courtesy" We are doomed as surely as there is a sun if we continue to fail to see the plight of our fellow man (women and children as well), tunnel-vision solely on our woes and challenges...I believe it is often in helping that we are helped, but then, thats just my drachma lol.

Peace,

Carl-Anthony