Anyone who experienced abuse, neglect, alienation, etc., as a child…always had a ‘go to song’. A song that could be played over and over and over again….in order to emphasize our feeling of being distended by society. Of course, I am old enough to have played those ‘sad’ songs on 8 track cassette, cassettes and DVD’s.
So much so were these despondent lyrics played that the flexible strand known as ‘tape’ would rip and tear and therefore, no longer usable. The same could be said for video cassettes…but that is a subject for another time.
And, of course, there was always a go to song for the ‘happy’ times…but that too is a subject for another time.
Currently because I am going through a ‘difficult’, reflective time…we need to focus on ‘sadness’.
I think of all the friends I’ve known
But when I dial the telephone
If you are currently wanting to lick your wounds and cover yourself in sadness…You are welcome!
I know that after forty years, Toni Tennille and Daryl Dragon, divorced. However, even on his deathbed, Tennille was the caretaker. The Captain and Tennille, for many of us…showed the ‘functional’ side of marriage.
Daryl Dragon dies of renal failure at the age of 76.
It is a life filled up of everything…And, everything in between!
“OH, it’s a little bit of everything…It’s the mountains…It’s the fog…It’s the news at 6 o’clock…It’s the death of my first dog.
It’s the angels up above me…It’s the song that they don’t sing…It’s a little bit of everything.”
There’s an older man who stands in a buffet line. He is smiling and he’s holding out his plate. And, the further he looks back into his timeline. That hard road always led him to…today. Making up for when his bright future had left him. Making up for the fact…his only son is gone. And, letting everything out…
His server asks him,
“Have you figured out yet…What it is you want?”
“I want a little bit of everything. The biscuits and the beans. Whatever helps me to forget about the things that brought me to my knees. So, pile on those mashed potatoes. And, an extra chicken wing. I’m having a little bit of everything!”
Somewhere a pretty girl is writing invitations. To a wedding she has scheduled for the fall. Her man says,
“Baby, can I make an observation?”
“You just worry about your groomsmen and your shirt size. And, rest assured that this is making me feel good. I think love is so much easier than you realize. If you can give yourself to someone…then you should.”
‘Cause it’s a little bit of everything. The way you joke. The way you ache. It is the getting up before you. So I can watch you wake. So, on that day in late September, it’s not some stupid little ring…I’m getting a little bit of everything…’
Oh, it’s a little bit of everything. It’s the matador and the bull. It’s the suggested daily dosage. It’s the red moon…When it’s full. All these psychics and these doctors. They’re alright. And, they’re all wrong. It’s like trying to make out every word. When they should simply…hum along. It’s not some message written in the dark. Or, some truth that no one’s seen…
I am Brangien [Brangaine] of Weisefort, Ireland, lady-in-waiting to my cousin Isolde, who became promised to King Marc of Cornwall. His nephew Tristan escorted us to England by ship. But Tristan and Isolde fell in love at sea. As ye may know, or will find out, they cite the philter they drank as the cause, over which I was supposed to keep vigil. I would like to share my perspective of how I have created good in the world through my herbs and observations. There is much to tell, including how I have adopted this odd language. In good time. My life is in God’s hands. –Inspired by the modern French translations of the Tristan and Isolde texts