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Musical Life
Fuck! If my son didn’t summon tears this morning. I woke to seriously sad song in a text. Just the link to the song. The song and lyrics are enough to make your heart softer. The fact that my seven year old, in learning to navigate the world found a song that resonated with him enough to share a feeling, heart breaking. Beautifully sad. Sadness as evidence of love. OMG!
The song is actually brilliant. It sounds sad. The lyrics are sad and hopeful. I could see my self leaning my head against the piano as my fingers tease out the notes. I could also see a montage of burly men in hard hats on a work site lip syncing to the song, and a note to me, “We got your back, John!” Yeah, well, my brain is just funny that way.
The song, complements of my seven year old son.
The Power of Love
Look, he and I are separated by distance, not by heart. He tells me daily he misses me and wants to be with me. I share I miss him, and reflect it back, and sort ways to have love and cope. Did you see the moon yet, tonight? I am…
