It's a blank canvas.
a place to paint, draw, create.
It's an open field.
alive with the voices of children running and playing.
It's a heavy heart.
waiting on the news that it's cancer.
It's a symphony.
played with the music of the streets.
It's a long kiss goodbye.
when you don't know when you'll see each other again.
It's love. It's hardship.
It's life.
Everyone needs a place to run and take refuge. Where you can find peace. Recharge. Reconnect with the people, the energies that help us to continue on. Sometimes we just need silence in the midst of a storm. Sometimes a sing-song melody played echoingly through an empty room.
We were built to wander, to roam. We also crave 'home'. It's a split, a dichotomy that pulls and bends us into the world we live. Sometimes keeping us afloat, other times isolating us from what we may truly need. But we aren't that different from each other. We all need.
We all need each other. We all need purchase, a place to land. We all need to feel free and yet grounded at the same time. We all wrestle with problems, with debt, with heartache, loneliness. We are not so polarized that we can't stop and remember that we're more the same than ever different.
I need wide open spaces. It's a song I've always resonated towards from my past. And amidst trials and travels I always remember that I am better when I have home, yet also can find the safety to "make a big mistake". I have wandered for a long time. But I'm starting to settle. Slowly. Home - a long way from home.
Wide Open Spaces - Dixie Chicks
Who doesn't know what I'm talking about
Who's never left home, who's never struck out
To find a dream and a life of their own
A place in the clouds, a foundation of stone
Who's never left home, who's never struck out
To find a dream and a life of their own
A place in the clouds, a foundation of stone
Many precede and many will follow
A young girl's dreams no longer hollow
It takes the shape of a place out west
But what it holds for her, she hasn't yet guessed
A young girl's dreams no longer hollow
It takes the shape of a place out west
But what it holds for her, she hasn't yet guessed
She needs wide open spaces
Room to make her big mistakes
She needs new faces
She knows the high stakes
Room to make her big mistakes
She needs new faces
She knows the high stakes
She traveled this road as a child
Wide eyed and grinning, she never tired
But now she won't be coming back with the rest
If these are life's lessons, she'll take this test
Wide eyed and grinning, she never tired
But now she won't be coming back with the rest
If these are life's lessons, she'll take this test
She needs wide open spaces
Room to make her big mistakes
She needs new faces
She knows the high stakes
Room to make her big mistakes
She needs new faces
She knows the high stakes
She knows the high stakes
No comments:
Post a Comment