Worry Not

I've been working on this certain song for over a year. When my body starts to tremble with unnamed worries my system starts to shut down. I call on my Love, my soul, and am rescued from myself. For some reason, when I play it the song acts like a life-raft to a helpless person trapped alone in the middle of the ocean. His boat was taken by the night after a storm separated them, but now hope floats towards him just as he was ready to give up.
Why does worry feel this life-threatening? Certainly it's avoidable... maybe worry is just a mask that the mind places over our deeper experiences when it's confused. Because I can feel worried even when some thrilling event occurs or EVEN when life is steady and consistent... Worry is just a place to hide when life is happening. So as we (ie. humanity) and I emerge from our fear of what we think we don't know into the vastly more satisfying world beyond, let's just trust that help is always where we need it. Just opening our eyes and listening for signs of life in the endless sea can lead us to the life support we crave.

So here are the words to the song, one of my life-rafts:

Lyrics--

They reach
for each other
in the dark

Him
with his night vision
She, with her sonar

And he listens to the sound of her voice
It calls him out of the cave
He leaves behind all the sorrow
She heals the pain

With you in my life
holding my hand
I can breathe a little easier
And when comes the night
You are the lamp
that I carry to see clearer
I carry you to see
clearer

He watches closely
As she crosses the threshold
Through the open door

And she cannot resist his
Smile, his style,
She knows now what she came here for

And he listens to the sound of her voice
It wraps around him like a breeze
And as he leaves she has no choice
She runs to him like an ocean bound stream

With you in my life
holding my hand
I can breathe a little easier
And when comes the night
You are the lamp
that I carry to see clearer
I carry you to see
clearer

She sees him
when she looks in his eyes
and he feels like he's been seen now
for the very first time
We are like them
free as the sky
and open like a book of old
forgotten rhymes
that nobody reads
but you
and I

With you in my life
holding my hand
I can breathe a little easier
And when comes the night
You are the lamp
that I carry to see clearer
I carry you to see
clearer

All I want to do is have some fun...no seriously

I began recording "A New Life" in New Jersey in the summer of '07. After over 2 years of shining, burning, spider-web-like thoughts holding hostage my brain and all my free time, I can safely say that I'm starting to make my way free. And just Rapunzel coerced a man to rescue her from her crazy tower of fear and isolation by revealing oodles and oodles of long flowing hair, so shall I seduce the world to climb up into my own tower and have a listen to my songs. I've been growing out my hair for a long time and it is reeaaallly getting somewhere. it's almost to the top of my jeans. WHAT? I know, crazy. People have already been climbing up it, it's insane. And you know honestly, it doesn't hurt as much as you'd think it would.

This whole process of making CD and sharing CD and figuring out how to get CD into right place at right time, etc. has been so much about faith, trust and patience that I've so often stopped in the middle and asked myself "really? is that really what we're working with here? where's the blood and guts?" So out of confusion, blood and guts were generated time and time again, but always I've been reminded to have faith in Music, trust the Love that is showing itself and have patience. Patience. Patience in every good idea that I can't see but can feel emerging
and patience for, you know... me.

What a fun time. Fun and awful, and new.

There's a bad moon on the rise.