Running, I’m Reminded To Walk

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It happens to me often, a modern-day message in a bottle. If it is not a book I am drawn to in the library, inevitably I hear a song I needed to hear when I take a run. Tonight, it was dark and creepy and even Murphy lacked his normal energy, so we turned around early. My heart wasn’t in it, feeling a bit lost. And then Bono and the boys ripped into the simple song that reminds us…

And love is not the easy thing
The only baggage you can bring…
And love is not the easy thing…
The only baggage you can bring
Is all that you can’t leave behind

We carry worries with us, they are choices, but we also carry CHOICES with us. How do we choose, in the waking moments, the precious, waking moments, to remember and thus be driven to new memories…

And if the darkness is to keep us apart
And if the daylight feels like it’s a long way off
And if your glass heart should crack
And for a second you turn back
Oh no, be strong

I do have a glass heart. It is prone to cracking. But this is because of the blessings I feel inside, the ones that help create art, convey love, share happiness, broker understanding and when in the place of peace, live calm. Then stretches of seeming misfortune pile up, and single acts of dismissal or insensitivity from life or even from loved ones leave us feeling naked, empty, cold and alone (yes, this happens to us all!). And it is human nature, then, to turn back. To long for. To wish again. To seek that which is familiar, even if it ultimately led us somewhere  incomplete…

Walk on, walk on
What you got they can’t steal it
No they can’t even feel it
Walk on, walk on…
Stay safe tonight

We are who we are, as long as we live that as fact, not prophecy. We must remain comfortable in our own internal warmth… even when things grow so cold. No one can make us do anything unkind or untrue if we  are kind and true to our spiritual selves.

You’re packing a suitcase for a place none of us has been
A place that has to be believed to be seen
You could have flown away
A singing bird in an open cage
Who will only fly, only fly for freedom

Now honestly, I am aware U2 did not write this song  to carry the meaning that it carries for me at this moment. I am aware of the metaphors for love, for religion, for fear. Yet the words reach out to me in those ways and others, very personally… for I do understand the only way to live a life of grateful achievement is to embrace the unknown, to pack a suitcase for a place none of us has ever been. Yet it remains so difficult at times…

Walk on, walk on
What you’ve got they can’t deny it
Can’t sell it, can’t buy it
Walk on, walk on
Stay safe tonight

And I know it aches
And your heart it breaks
And you can only take so much
Walk on, walk on

It’s true, how much can we take? How much can you take? How much can I take? I need only stop thinking  about where I have been, and leave it behind. Work on where I am going, and reach for the places none of us has ever been…  Yet who will join me there?

Home… hard to know what it is if you’ve never had one
Home… I can’t say where it is but I know I’m going home
That’s where the hurt is

I know it aches
How your heart it breaks
And you can only take so much
Walk on, walk on

The hurt is there, yes. But the healing is there, too. And the love, the uncommon bond of family and comfort. The dogs, the cats, the place to be calm. Home. True, I can only take so much of the other stuff. Does it have to be so relentless? Yet the answer  is simple, is it not?

Leave it behind
You’ve got to leave it behind
All that you fashion
All that you make
All that you build
All that you break
All that you measure
All that you steal
All this you can leave behind
All that you reason
All that you sense
All that you speak
All you dress up
All that you scheme…

Walk on.

Thanks for the reminder, boys. You always seem to now just what to say.

One thought on “Running, I’m Reminded To Walk

  1. Your comments are full of poignancy and strength. You are a hero. There is no phoenix rising from the ashes, here, only you and a resilience, a playfullness, a spirit of generosity that energizes your core and anchors you to what’s important, even when what’s important is subtle and afixed to it is all of the baggage, the choices you mention. You are loved. Barb

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