It's All About . . .

Each of us have things in our lives that chew up our time, our thoughts, our interests.

Few of us have things in our lives that chew up time with much that will be remembered in 10, 20, 50, 100, or 1000 years.

We cut the grass, paint the hallway, go on a hike, go to church, drudge away our days at a desk or behind a wheel or other mundane tasks that eat away at our time without leaving much of a mark on our souls.

Or . . .

or our souls are eaten away, eaten up, devoured by those things.

How (or) do we live lives worth living?

Does it matter if we are remembered 10 or 20 or 1000 years after our bodies have turned into dustbunnies?

 What are those things that constitute "What It's All About"?


Comments welcomed and appreciated.

Caught

Crossfire

Stevie Ray Vaughan
recording of 1989

by Tommy Shannon/Chris Layton/Reese Wynans/B. Carter/Ruth Ellsworth


Day by day night after night,
blinded by the neon lights
Hurry here hustlin' there,
no one's got the time to spare
Money's tight nothin' free,
won't somebody come and rescue me
I am stranded, caught in the crossfire
Stranded, caught in the crossfire


Tooth for tooth eye for an eye,
sell your soul just to buy buy buy
Beggin' a dollar stealin' a dime,
come on can't you see that I
I am stranded, caught in the crossfire
I am stranded, caught in the crossfire


I need some kind of kindness,
some kind of sympathy oh no
We're stranded, caught in the crossfire


Save the strong lose the weak,
never turning the other cheek
Trust nobody don't be no fool,
whatever happened to the golden rule
We got stranded, caught in the crossfire
We got stranded, caught in the crossfire
We got stranded, caught in the crossfire
Stranded, caught in the crossfire
Help me



 That's how I usually feel during the "holiday season" - stranded; stuck in the sights of people strafing through life with their eyes wide shut and their trigger finger frozen in full-auto; in need of a lot more than the world around me has to offer.

That has not been the case this year, for whatever reason.

And I am grateful.

Very, very grateful.

The year comes to a close on a restful, relaxing note for a change.

Maybe it's the Christmas Day snow and the lack of running about due to road conditions.  Maybe it's because the "holidays" fall on weekends which provides an extra day or so to enjoy them.  Maybe it's because we treated it like a holy day in our home and enjoyed the day and the company of one another.

Or maybe it's because in spite of all our own frozen trigger fingers yanked tight against the guard, we have found Peace in a time where there is little of It to be found.