i’m home today for a few minutes to reflect on what i had hoped would be some quiet minutes to write. however, there’s a baby across the courtyard, who refuses to be comforted, evidenced by her non-stop crying for the last 20 minutes. i can hear her caretaker try to console her but to no avail. oh, city life in a small apartment! there are days i paint pictures of egypt and wish my home were larger. it isn’t to be, for now. and before i go off on some depressing rant about what isn’t, here’s what is….
i have the most amazing set of friends, both male and female, young and old. i have 2 almost adult children who are working on their futures. i have a place to live securely. i have a life with very little drama and i surround myself with truth tellers, who don’t need to be the center of attention. i can mostly pay my bills. i have a new someone. he’s awesome. i most likely have another ton of things to be thankful for, but i mustn’t leave out music.
this topic, and my thankfulness for it needs its own World Book Encyclopedia 26-volume set. pull out volume a. page 25. addie. remember her? today, we had breakfast and made plans for more co-write sessions. i encouraged her to set reasonable goals and to not be in a hurry to choose managers and producers and the team of people that she will require to invest in her life as she goes from this simple high school senior life to stardom. (www.addiehamiltonmusic.com) yes, she’s getting heaps of attention but so far, she has people in her life, like me, who won’t let her get a big head. i remind her to make decisions with integrity and to honor her parents in the process and to be honest to the spirit within to follow those hunches about songs and topics she wishes to sing about. but she encouraged me back. she said – you should write a book about all these things you’re teaching me. i laughed. i told her i would think about it.
i’m thinking about it.
the baby finally fell asleep.
i’m finding out lately that all the old things really are gone. or going. and i don’t feel like i even have a right to hold on to the what was. that even my way of processing is coming to a close. perhaps that’s all a little vague, and maybe i’ll give more description in that forthcoming book, or on another blog note. for now, i thank God for freshness and how things that feel old and stale, really are old and stale. and how, i’m being challenged daily to consider new points of view and perhaps all that contemplative life i’ve lived for decades, is giving way to this fresh life and a celebration of all that has come. just stop over-thinking everything and live in this joyful place. that’s a happy day for sure. and thankful-worthy.
the baby’s still asleep. and i have way too much to say on this topic, for one short blog note. tomorrow i’ll pull out volume N or R.