Monday, February 14, 2011
"...none but ourselves can free our minds..."
What the song and the post have to do with each other is not clear. I just know they arrived, presenting themselves as a package deal, and who am I to question?
Upon first examination, the dream disturbed me. It was after 7 in the morning, in Southern California latitudes, and the sun had not risen. My son was a school boy, his father and I taking him on unknown streets in unnatural dark. Then I realized it was not the missing sun that troubled me but the fact that not one other person even noticed. And when I mentioned the anomaly, they shrugged, appearing to assume it would arrive at some point or, their body language implied, it was no big deal.
Just how big does the problem have to be? If the sun failed to rise this morning, and Lady Gaga arrived on stage at the Grammy Awards last night in a large egg, which would get the coverage? I am weary of being trivialized to death.
I am no oracle but I sense there are changes afoot. Global events do not happen in a vacuum. We are connected to each other and, therefore, to political, social and natural events that are born and grow thousands of miles from us. When I am still, I swear there is a mild wind that blows across my skin. Its origin is not local, its temperature and hint of fragrance, matters of curiosity.
The nearest I can come to saying how this all feels is that I, we, are being called to stand closer together and extend ourselves in love. I wouldn't even put these words into print, were it not for a community of writers whose blogs dissolve barriers. Not one of them would be indifferent to an unrisen sun. They know and tell of barometric fluctuations, interior and external. And I will guess that at least one of them can tell me why Redemption Song was chosen as today's anthem.