Fly Away
I always knew John Denver was speaking to me personally. Maybe you shouldn't share that on a place that will immediately take you into the clarity of rejection for it, but I thought Annie's Song (You Fill Up My Senses) was one of the love tunes that sang me to wanting to live through the days........ah...such images. I wish we could keep these kinds of thoughts. Not blur life with confusions about it all. Be a bit naive.
I just MP3 downloaded this collection that gives you the words it is definitive, all-time, a collection,the greatest....all that good stuff... then I went here and read about 35 of the people that wanted to say something about this music in all their styles, abilities, and impressive ways used to convey a piece of wonder floating through a man, a planet, seasons, signs, loves, hopes. I'm in search of answers to questions unknown, what is love, what can we do to protect our earth, is there a spirit of this planet, is song wrapped around our people for reasons? Do we draw in caves as strangers, or as visionaries? Are we sinners or are we strings? Do we look for the thou shall not or the thou has to...what is the reason? Are we reaching to each other for states of progress? Or for statements of joy? How can we take our actions and serve something greater? Can we celebrate? Ourself, others?
Well you might see where I am listening for this need today.
This morning I learned my eaglets on the Channel Islands were ripped out of their nest....by an attacking eagle so that they are now in a vet hospital. It's just such a shock...I'm watching streaming from the Channel Islands and I wanted to sooth myself, my back, my heart with someone that sang songs about missing a love, about being sorry about things in China, sorry about ourself.....who could say that love was not always so fine, talked of separation, leaving, deep pain, nature, beauty, lies, things that hurt. I liked John Denver. Then, now.
Shall I praise the works you must know? Country Roads transformed my state, brought it a kind of moment of being sung to the nation that still blows it to bits to meet its need for "fuel" destroying and humiliating man and nature because they can, they will, they do, they bought it didn't they? A state with wild life you wish you knew. I knew. A state that is quickly literally having its mountains blown to the Kingdom come of man acting on his "reasons"........he sang to us. He saw us for a second. Without the barefoot jokes or the endless mocking. I still recall him coming to sing to us in our stadium as we went to play our football game...walked in his simplicity.What a day. What a transforming day for me.
Many tell me they want to simplify.
Denver would tell you you can't do that unless singing a love song and being your true self. Whoever that is.... He would advocate finding a connection to doing something that risks for your heart. Helps others. Heals the world. He stepped up and brought about a shift to earth song again. Don't tell me you don't understand the roots of this singer to eagle, sky, actions, nature.....the freedom he sang, you need to listen again. What a beautiful thing he did, he noticed.
He sang of being a country guy, fiddling away. Liked that too. Still sing it for cheer and remembrance of all the festivals in the hills of my youth. A country girl. Denver took us in a time that was ready to go into ecological concerns, windmill man singing an acoustic tune about this earth, this way we are, plain dressing, love of life, letting each other down, leaving, needing, thinking of you, staying closer to self, seeing ourselves as walking the earth everyday to try know a self, a poem, a promise, sweetness of caring, dreams...... He wrote an autobiography that plainly told you he got through his career with deep losses and deep inadequacies. You meet all the things you wish you didn't know. Then you re-meet this in his song. Denver was elevating to me.Never negating, reaching out to know, to see, to watch.
I feel lost, alone, looking...so he sings me through this wanting to do something with my life....making me recall the days past felt like this looking too, and the song to the way I felt living. Sweet tunes ....ones I sang along with him many times. Didn't you? How right it is to care? Didn't he teach this?
This collection sang for me,and us, it was so good. Listen too.
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