This one, burns strong, forever low simmer, since I heard it the first time. Speaks to part of my mind-set of late…awhile…searching, waiting, wanting, hmm…
Lover, I’m on the street Gonna go where the bright lights And the big city meet With a red guitar…on fire Desire
She’s a candle burning in my room Yeah I’m like the needle, needle and spoon Over the counter with a shotgun Pretty soon everybody got one And the fever when I’m beside her Desire, desire…
And the fever…getting higher Desire, desire…burning, burning
She’s the dollars She’s my protection Yeah she’s a promise In the year of election Oh sister, I can’t let you go Like a preacher stealing hearts At a traveling show For love or money money money money money money money money money money money And the fever, getting higher Desire, desire, desire, desire Desire, desire
These three came at me in a rush, like my three kids, maybe. As seems to often happen to me, it’s the switch-up, the change of pace, that provides perspective, new lenses, a catalyst to realize the obvious, or not so obvious, right under your nose.
This simple trifecta of awareness during a week off with the kids, simple life lessons, reminders:
Be Open. To ideas, change, the unexpected. Look for the path forward; it might not be where you think. Be open; it will show itself.
Stay Patient. It’s good to have a quick pace at times, but if you get slowed, detoured, knocked down, don’t give up. Stay patient.
Listen. To others, those around you, whether you want to or not, sometimes, listen. And listen to yourself too. Sometimes there’s a long pause. Sometimes the voice is a finally heard, a whisper. Sometimes it’s in the voices of crazy little kids, even. Listen.
Oh and maybe a bonus too: Keep your sense of humor; don’t get too serious for too long; keep it fresh.