And So It Goes is the title of a song on Daniel Amos’ Mr. Buechner’s Dream
“(to) my dear departed friends we’ll meet again in some other place and time”
After getting back from our cruise, things have been a whirlwind as I’ve tried to catch back up and run at the torrid pace of “usual life.” Finally, I feel like everything around me is moving at the same pace as me on this interstate freeway of life and I can do a little writing again. I wrote my last essay on the music of Daniel Amos a couple weeks ago, but I’ve decided to extend it by one more article to wrap things up in a nice bow. I really enjoyed doing this project, it was really a good time to do some introspection and at the same time release some pent up thoughts. I thought when I began this project that I would do more observation and discussion on the song topics, but the essays all turned out much more revealing about me than I thought they would. I did keep faithfully to my weekly schedule for the most part! I’m amazed! I don’t know if I could have kept to it much longer. I always found myself grumbling when Tuesday rolled around and felt like I was scraping the bottom of the jar to gather together something for an entry. Maybe I just do better when it’s spontaneous. (I do plan to keep to my solstice-equinox schedule that I’ve kept for about seven years now, however. Consider this my spring equinox entry.)
The over-arching theme that I read as I review them that I see is my awareness of my inadequacy to get things right, but thankfully I am also aware of the complete fulfillment that God brings to us to supersede those shortcomings. It takes a while to become comfortable and accept that we, as a people, are a total wreck, but a beautiful wreck, redeemed and made whole. This Easter served as a tangible reminder of that for me. I’m thankful for Easter. I should be celebrating the resurrection of Christ every day, but sometimes it takes a tug on the sleeve to remind me of who I am and who God is.
So where to go from here? I don’t know what to write about next from here. Maybe I’ll dig deep into my past and write about high school (a time pregnant with stories, but none that I’ve ever put to print, I don’t think.) Maybe I’ll write some fiction. It’s been a long time since I’ve spun a yarn. Who knows? All I know is that life lately feels much like it did before I got married. It feels like I’m on the verge of something big, and whatever it is, I’m trying hard to face forward and be ready. Maybe it will at least give me some material to write about.