This move I have made hasn't been easy. It was a change purely for the sake of change. You have to start somewhere, right? But all of the minutia involved in managing a 'home' is making my brain explode - furniture, sheets, towels, rugs, lights, electricity, cleaning, sorting, organizing, checking mail, opening mail, doing something with opened mail, & etc. Finding and buying a sofa almost caused a nervous breakdown and now that I have one I never sit on it because I don't want it to get dirty. And I still don't have internet. All the steps involved in getting it and having it and paying for it and then canceling it someday is hard for me to deal with. How do other adult humans do it?!
Maybe I should have taken that ADD medication after all.
But music is a balm. This is some of what I've been listening to lately:
guard well our human chain.
“Once upon a time, wasn’t singing a part of everyday life as much as talking, physical exercise, and religion? Our distant ancestors, wherever they were in this world, sang while pounding grain, paddling canoes, or walking long journeys. Can we begin to make our lives once more all of a piece? Finding the right songs and singing them over and over is a way to start. And when one person taps out a beat, while another leads into the melody, or when three people discover a harmony they never knew existed, or a crowd joins in on a chorus as though to raise the ceiling a few feet higher, then they also know there is hope for the world.” - Pete Seeger
TO MY OLD BROWN EARTH
To my old brown earth
And to my old blue sky
I'll now give these last few molecules of "I."
And you who sing,
And you who stand nearby,
I do charge you not to cry.
Guard well our human chain,
Watch well you keep it strong,
As long as sun will shine.
And this our home,
Keep pure and sweet and green,
For now I'm yours
And you are also mine.
Words and Music by Pete Seeger (1958)
