If this is not a place where tears are understood, Then where shall I go to cry? And if this is not a place where my spirit can take wings, Then where shall I go to fly? I don't need another place for trying to impress you With just how good and virtuous I am. I don't need another place for always being on top of things; Everybody knows that it's a sham. I don't need another place for always wearing smiles, Even when it's not the way I feel. I don't need another place to mouth the same old platitudes; Everybody knows that it's not real. So if this is not a place where my questions can be asked, Then where shall I go to seek? And if this is not a place where my heart cry can be heard, Where, tell me where, shall I go to speak? So if this is not a place where tears are understood, Where shall I go, where shall I go to fly? -- Ken Medema
I like that analogy! It's like the difference between walking slowly and carefully along a smooth, straight sidewalk--or taking the wildest roller coaster with your hands in the air and your eyes wide open!
ReplyDeleteThough personally, I'd go for something like a hilly, winding, peaceful yet surprising path through the woods.
That's it! We all need to live life like a Yorkie puppy! Legs flailing to reach the next adventure, eyes alive with excitement, ears flopping from bouncing up and down with happiness, and... yes... skidding sideways around a doorway, entering a room like Kramer on Seinfeld, with narry a fear of what's waiting on the other side. Now that's livin'! Ahhh, to be a Yorkie... Sue B.
ReplyDeleteMark,
ReplyDeleteI don't know if you've seen this, but you should check it out...pretty powerful and awesome!
http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vidsindividual&videoid=15552926
Peace,
Josh