words with rhythm and beat.

Why do I always find song lyrics more appropriate to describe how I feel and what I think? I like other people's thoughts - from movies and books and Scripture. Sometimes I wish I was insightful, profound, and witty, like a sage. Other times I just don't care. Music, lately, has penetrated the depths of my soul. There have been too many times that I've been unable to articulate how I feel and what I think, why I hurt or just how happy I am. Music of all sorts has put words into my mouth and feelings to my heart. I wonder why it has only been recently that I've realized the power in song and dance and rhythm and beat.

My ability to write, especially to write creatively or spontaneously, has had diminishing returns for the past several months. I just can't write - nothing comes onto the pages except an analysis of why I can't write. So I've been listening to music and obsessing over lyrics and letting drums and guitars and the piano take me away that place of perfect peace.

The Water Is Wide

"We wanted to do so much, wanted to be small catalysts in the transformation of the disfigured sacramental body of the South, which had sired us. I was a cynic who needed desperately to believe in the salvation of mankind or at least in the potential salvation. Bernie was an optimist who needed proof that his philosophy of joy and the resurrection of the spirit was not the delusion of a grinning Pollyanna. God, we were concerned about things: war, prejudice, injustice, education. Together we were insufferable, pontifical, self-righteous voices of the Eucharist, pipelines to the Almighty. We could not be wrong, because we were young, humanistic, and full of shit."
- Pat Conroy, The Water Is Wide (1972) p. 149

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Me, too.