It’s dawning on me that I often don't live authentically … or at
least I think I can’t. I grew up rock and roll in the late sixties and early
seventies. Went overseas to Nam. Developed some bad habits but had a blast.
When I came back music was still central to our lives.
Eventually I reformed, had kids, and joined a church. During
all that I cut my long hair, changed the way I dressed, etc. I guess you could
say I became a responsible productive member of society.
Thing is, sometimes I hear a song or see a music video and I
get goosebumps. It’s a good thing. There’s a flood of energy, my heart beats a
little faster, hair stands up on the back of my neck.
You see, this is part of who I am too. Greg Allman wrote a
song, “I’m No Angel”. I’m pretty sure he was feeling some similar things.
Reformation does not erase our heartbeats. Is it good to stifle a benevolent
beast? I do a lot of reading and as far as I can tell suppressing our true
selves can be a path to disaster.
I wanted to post a rock video on Facebook noting some
memories and ask if “anybody was out there.” Then I got to thinking. What about
the folks at church, the community, my clients, etc.? I deleted it and sat
there wondering ... what the hell?
I’m no angel. I just try to be the best I can be. I meditate,
pray, practice yoga and tai chi chuan, serve as best I can but I also train to
fight, listen to rock and roll and have a racy streak a mile wide. My son’s
know Dad likes “edgy” things.
A friend of mine died yesterday … I’m no spring chicken so
folks are dying all over the place. I don’t want to die a “pretender”.
I’m going to post this and I’m going to post that freakin’
video. Tonight I’ll say a prayer asking for knowledge of God’s will and the
strength to carry it out.
https://youtu.be/Ov8uT8DTvlw
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