Welcome to the 420 club!
No not the cannabis kind.
The caffeine kind, when the mind is full of ideas and they have to be written down.
When G-d taps you on the shoulder and says…
“If you can’t sleep at night, you can either fight it, or write it.”
So I take it as a cue from HIM to write it.
But what shall I write about?
This is all totally spontaneous.
What smooth pebble of wisdom can I pick up from our tar stained beaches, that will push our worries to the side and think of something positive to say.
What wave will come crashing onto my corona beach that will wash away all the pain, the weariness, and the claustrophobic comments that have cluttered our lives these last 12 months, destroying any clear thinking we may have left in our head?
This evening I was listening to an album called The Definitive Simon and Garfunkel.
Every song is a classic.
Paul Simon is a masterful poet.
I was listening while washing the dishes.
My favourite pastime…not!
Nevertheless I was singing along to them and actually quite enjoying myself.
I was almost sad when I washed the last plate. I even for a brief crazy second considered putting the dishes back in the sink and washing again till the album was finished!
“I am a Rock” began.
I wonder what kind of situation Paul Simon was in when he wrote that song?
Who broke his heart, why did he decide to close up.
“Don’t talk of love
Well I’ve heard the word before
It’s sleeping in my memory
I won’t disturb the slumber of feelings that have died
If I never loved I never would have cried
I am a rock
I am an island”
Well I think he’s obviously suffering from what happened to him, he never wants to be hurt again so he’ll become like a rock.
But the next lines REALLY caught my imagination.
They are open to very different interpretations.
Negative and Positive.
“I have my books
And my poetry to protect me
I am shielded in my armor
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb
I touch no one and no one touches me
I am a rock
I am an island
And a rock feels no pain
And an island never cries.”
I’ll take a positive interpretation. An island surrounded by beauty.
You are strong, you are solid like a rock and you can get through this!
” Safe within my womb “. Your own world of beautiful thoughts where no Politics, Vaccine issues, cherry picked statistics, conspiracy theorists can ever enter.
“And my poetry to protect me.”
That’s what has more than anything protected me these last 12 months and more.
Corona has been a Godsend for Artists and Writers to create more, I think He wants others to look at it that way too.
The world would be a much happier more empathic place.
” I am shielded in my armor.”
Find your own armor and use it to help yourself and others, and when you need to be a Rock, use it for a while to protect yourself.
Just don’t throw the rock at others, hand them a smooth pebble of friendship.
Stay safe and well.