Eleanor Rigby

third in the Fab Four series...

"Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been, 
Lives in a dream 
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for? 

Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name 
Nobody came 

All the lonely people 
Where do they all come from? 
All the lonely people 
Where do they all belong?"


so is it that you are ALONE, or is it that you are LONELY?

It's a question that I know I've asked myself.  How is it that I can be in the midst of people one day and feel so utterly alone, and lonely - yet other times I can BE ALONE and not feel lonely at all?!

I find that question floating around again.  I'm not alone, but I tend to feel lonely.  I am not scared of being Alone, but I do fear the Loneliness that can fester if not fed by true communion with others.

I hiked with a group on Wednesday night.  The warmth of the souls that were around me was amazing!  I fed off their spirits and could sense my own being lightened by the simple act of walking, talking and breathing in the group.

Do you know the loneliness that can come even in the midst of the toil of our everyday?  Souls passing by with singular purpose of getting through each day.  Shouldn't we want more?  Strive for more?  Stop what we're doing and build meaningful relationships instead of just going through the motions.

I wonder if Eleanor Rigby felt any of this?  Could she have had more?