Greetings Dear Reader,
Even as I begin to write this a sad song floats through my
mind. This journey is such a vast
conglomerate beginnings and endings; stops and starts. The many steps pave the way through an
all-to-short life. The life is short but
the road seems so long at times.
Yesterday I read something posted by my closest
companion. “The worst nightmares are the
dreams where she still loves you.” The
dream he referenced was one where his life was the life he wished for with the
woman he loves who no longer loves him.
The world contained his dream home and his children were all well. He related that it was one of those dreams
where the nightscape seems more real than the waking world. The terror came from waking to realize that
it was not true.
When we discussed it I asked him what song came to
mind. His instant answer was a Dan
Fogelberg song, Scarecrow’s
Dream:
Seldom seen, a scarecrow's dream
I hang in the hopes of replacement
Castles tall, I built them all
But I dream that I'm trapped in the basement.
I hang in the hopes of replacement
Castles tall, I built them all
But I dream that I'm trapped in the basement.
I can be found.
Plans I've made a masquerade
Fading in fear of the coming day
Heroes' tales like nightingales
Wrestle the wind as they run away.
Heroes' tales like nightingales
Wrestle the wind as they run away.
And if you ever hear me calling out
And if you've been by paupers crowned
Between the worlds of men and make-believe
And if you've been by paupers crowned
Between the worlds of men and make-believe
I can be found.
Garden gate, an empty plate
Waiting for someone to come and fill
Scarecrow's dreams like frozen streams
Thirst for the fall ut they're running still.
Waiting for someone to come and fill
Scarecrow's dreams like frozen streams
Thirst for the fall ut they're running still.
And if you ever hear me calling out
And if you've been by paupers crowned
Between the worlds of men and make-believe
And if you've been by paupers crowned
Between the worlds of men and make-believe
I can be found.
We cannot avoid sorrow.
It is part of the journey. My
friend’s use of music to deal with it is wise.
We talked long about this and we share this sorrow at a deep level. It is the sorrow as much as the joy that
brings us close to each other. They
journey requires music to make it tolerable.
I am going to increase the music I pour into my spirit. This part of the journey closes with a
renewed sense of appreciation of the value of music in my life. As I end each theme in my blog posts I hope
to do so a better man than when I started.
This one closes with me sadder but wiser. To me that is an equitable trade. The sadness will not endure. Hopefully the wisdom will.
Thank you, Dear Reader for your songs and interaction. Perhaps we can get ahead of the storm for a bit
as I venture into something new in my thoughts.
Your company makes things better.
Closing
Time – Semisonic
Closing time
Time for you to go out go out into the world.
Closing time
Turn the lights up over every boy and every girl.
Closing time
One last call for alcohol so finish your whiskey or beer.
Closing time
You don't have to go home but you can't stay here.
Time for you to go out go out into the world.
Closing time
Turn the lights up over every boy and every girl.
Closing time
One last call for alcohol so finish your whiskey or beer.
Closing time
You don't have to go home but you can't stay here.
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
Take me home
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
Take me home
Closing time
Time for you to go back to the places you will be from.
Closing time
This room won't be open 'til your brothers or you sisters come.
So gather up your jackets, and move it to the exits
I hope you have found a friend.
Time for you to go back to the places you will be from.
Closing time
This room won't be open 'til your brothers or you sisters come.
So gather up your jackets, and move it to the exits
I hope you have found a friend.
Closing time
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.
Yeah, I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
Take me home
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
Take me home
Closing time
Time for you to go back to the places you will be from
Time for you to go back to the places you will be from
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
Take me home
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
Take me home
Closing time
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer
who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home
owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure
store.”
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Contacts for Aramis
Thorn:
Bookings at aramisthorn@aramisthorn.com
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