Slow Train Coming
I can't stop listening to Precious Angel by Bob Dylan from the Slow Train Coming album. As someone who grew up in a faith-filled atmosphere, it's hard to believe that this phase was just a blip for Dylan. This song is so convincing and such straight-to-the-bone gospel, and the sound still holds up majestically on vinyl.
I get very sporadic about writing about myself - and I think I'm starting to figure out why that is; introspection brings with it a very special brand of 'dark nights of the soul'.
Lately, the August days have been semi-quiet and unseasonably cool. Rain has fallen more than the sun has shone. The earth is beginning to emit that smokey mud-stink that usually happens later in October. There have been some beautiful days, and some days where the Maker makes a mark that can't be denied, but there have also been some odd nuggets in between. I walk through these neighbourhoods that once stupefied me as a child, and I deliver papers on the streets where I once played carelessly.
There have been days that just coast by in a bit of an ethereal haze. I wake up, drink coffee from my Tom Petty mug, and plan everything out according to my day. Whether I'm writing, editing video or doing deliveries, one thing is absolutely sure - my life is markedly better than it was a year and a half ago.
I do, as an entrepreneur, have to worry about the provision of funds from time to time, but I just equate that as having to adjust my lifestyle accordingly. For I have had much and I have had little in this life, and as a marginal human being, I tend to live barely under my means in any circumstance. I know we all do.
These days, I find myself mostly thankful and accepting of my surroundings. I have family and friends nearby. I can roam within the corral, but I can also get out and graze and run free if I need to get gone. I know this feeling can't last forever, but I'm milking it for as long as I can.
We all need each other, and the train is coming for us all, so why not embrace that truth, and live every day out brilliantly as if it were our last?