It’s that freedom that washes through the open cab of my 2001 Chevy Silverado. And my spirit flies just as if soaring, similar to that feeling of free fall I experienced skydiving earlier this year.
Life will come back. It’s a temporary pause. But in those moments of soaring, zipping down North Avenue, Ponce, Peachtree Street, it’s time to just let my mind wander along the turns in the roads. No immediate destination, but an end goal in mind. Home, a feeling, a bizarre mix of recently healed loss and newfound safety. Until arriving there it’s time to take a few moments for me. To just be.
Sometimes I need that time alone with no thoughts as much as time focused on planning each day out. Walking away for just a few moments to recenter. Or better, driving out the stress of the day, through the lyrics of Wade Bowen’s ‘West Texas Rain’.
“I have been restless
I have been reckless
I’ve been a strain on my mom’s heart
I’ve been a drunk
I’ve been a dreamer
Pulling the strings on this old guitar
I’ve found a few answers
I’ve still got questions
Kept it together and fallen apart
I got secrets and stories
Old shoebox memories
And choices that I’d like to change
Teardrops and laughter
And me chasing after
Years that go as quick as they came
Like a west Texas rain
Like a west Texas rain
Well I’ve been a lover
I’ve been a father
I’ve been a brother
And I’ve been a son
Well I’ve been a preacher
I’ve been a sinner
If you can name it,
I’ve probably been one
I’m strong for the struggle
Constantly reaching,
Reaching for something that I’ve never down
And I got secrets and stories
Old shoebox memories
Choices that I’d like to change
I got teardrops and laughter
And me chasing after
Years that go as quick as they came
Like a west Texas rain
Like a west Texas rain
So close your eyes and hold on
We’re here and we’re gone
It goes as quick as it came
Just like a west Texas rain
Just like a west Texas rain
Just like a west Texas rain
Just like a west Texas rain”
Peace,
Chad
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