I’m only a so-so Bruce fan. But this song…it feels full of truth and vulnerability…it feels…GOOD.
“Human Touch”
You and me we were the pretenders We let it all slip away In the end what you don’t surrender Well the world just strips away
Girl ain’t no kindness in the face of strangers Ain’t gonna find no miracles here Well you can wait on your blessings but darlin’ I got a deal for you right here
I ain’t lookin’ for prayers or pity I ain’t comin’ ’round searchin’ for a crutch I just want someone to talk to And a little of that human touch Just a little of that human touch
Ain’t no mercy on the streets of this town Ain’t no bread from heavenly skies Ain’t nobody drawin’ wine from this blood It’s just you and me tonight
Tell me in a world without pity Do you think what I’m askin’s too much? I just want something to hold on to And a little of that human touch Just a little of that human touch
Oh girl that feeling of safety you prize Well it comes with a hard hard price You can’t shut off the risk and pain Without losin’ the love that remains We’re all riders on this train
So you been broken and you been hurt Show me somebody who ain’t Yeah I know I ain’t nobody’s bargain But hell a little touch up And a little paint…
You might need somethin’ to hold on to When all the answers they don’t amount to much Somebody that you can just talk to And a little of that human touch
Baby in a world without pity Do you think what I’m askin’s too much? I just want to feel you in my arms And share a little of that human touch…
Find it, it’s a magical thing. Sometimes called The Zone, if you prefer. But I prefer the groove.
Sitting in the rocker, feet up, evening time, lights low, music playing softly in the background. Jazz playing, older genre, World War II era maybe.
Trying to find the groove, feeling it’s there, but fleeting, difficult to hold on to; wish it would stick to me, soak in a little deeper. Want to stay in that space, that mindset, feeling of peace and harmony and belonging, somehow.
Funny thing — I feel like I belong most of the time; but when I’m in the groove, all the more.
Get there. Find your path. Then go down that path frequently. Find your way. To that space. That place.
Satisfying. Nurturing. Soul-full. Good for the soul, being in the groove.
So good, this message. Sung to millions of millions upon millions more children. Through a fun, full-length feature film called “Trolls.”
Oh so SO GOOD. Simple message. Face the music. Do your best. Keep going. Fall down? Get back up again.
“Get Back Up Again” (from “Trolls” soundtrack)
I really hope I can do it ‘Cause they’re all depending on me I know that I must leave the only home I’ve ever known And brave the dangers of the forest Saving them before they’re eaten I mean, how hard can that be?
Looking up at a sunny sky, So shiny and blue and there’s a butterfly Well, isn’t that a super fantastic sign?
It’s gonna be a fantastic day
Such marvelousness it’s gonna bring Got a pocket full of songs that I’m gonna sing And I’m ready to take on anything Hooray!
Some super fun surprise around each corner Just riding on a rainbow, I’m gonna be okay
Hey! I’m not giving up today There’s nothing getting in my way And if you knock-knock me over I will get back up again Oh If something goes a little wrong Well, you can go ahead and bring it on ‘Cause if you knock-knock me over, I will get back up again
Oh, oh, oh, get back up again
I’m marching along, I got confidence I’m cooler than a pack of peppermints And I haven’t been this excited since I can’t remember when!
I’m off on this remarkable adventure Just riding on a rainbow
What if it’s all a big mistake? What if it’s more than I can take? No, I can’t think that way ‘Cause I know that I’m really-really-really gonna be okay
Hey! I’m not giving up today There’s nothing getting in my way And if you knock-knock me over I will get back up again Oh If something goes a little wrong Well, you can go ahead and bring it on ‘Cause if you knock-knock me over, I will get back up again
Get up, get up, get up Get back up again Get up, get up, get up
I’m okay!
Get up, get up, get up If you knock-knock me over, knock-knock me over I will get back up again”
Not sure where this idea originated, but it’s one I’ve used with the kids since they seemed open to it. I apply the concept to bad dreams, primarily…or at least that’s where it started. Now I apply it even more liberally, to things they are scared of, worried about.
Here’s how it works:
Close your eyes, and in you mind’s eye, imagine a small box. That is your Thought Box.
You control your Thought Box. You decide what gets to stay there. If something creeps in that you don’t want there, push it out. It’s your decision. It’s your mind. You control it.
Not sure how effective the process is for them, but maybe it helps a little. If it doesn’t help them, it for sure helps me use words as a strategy for coping with negative thoughts in the mind.
Not only does it work for them maybe, but I’ve been using it more of late in my own head too.
Work clouding my brain? Use the Thought Box. Too many issues to count? Revert to the Thought Box. Things you can’t control getting the better of you?
Thought Box.
You decide what stays there. It’s your mind. You control it. You control what gets to stay in the Thought Box.
Sometimes it’s razor sharp, tender to touch. Sometimes from the dark, from the deep it shows itself, the edge.
From the edge, on it, uncertain, something like despair. You reach out, call out, searching, hoping for relief. The mind chases, words racing in, filling every space.
The rubbing, grinding, down to an edge, leaving you unsure of yourself, uncertain. Surely you can find your way through, out somehow, not giving it, not giving up. Timeless, knowing the answer, getting these as before.
Scribble down, the babble down, then simply clear; the mind, in the dark, back from the edge. Respect it, don’t fear it, just know it, go along again. Go along with it again.
My X-factor, as I often refer to her; at least I did, when she was little. The thought comes to mind still.
She is our third child and second daughter, a bit of a surprise (to me, anyway)…and then all the joy and beauty and sass and pure goodness I could hope for. I’ve said before, I didn’t think much about gender before our first child, our first daughter was born. What a gift and awakening. And then Number Three came along. A Second Daughter. Alleluia.
And this is her day.
Seven today.
She is strong and capable and smart and willing and able, able to be whatever she decides. And to my dying day, I am absolutely delighted to follow her path.
It’s gonna be something. And actually, it already is! She’s a wonder to behold, so much behind that smile, that look in her eye, such a delight!
I love how she dances, how she sings, how she draws, how she wags her finger at me, how she speaks Spanish with a Peruvian accent…how she sometimes calls me “…Jeff…”
Timeless, the waves, the sound, the water never stops.
Here with family, a little break, celebrating birthdays. Time with the kids, our reduced family, COVID-style. Would that we could be a bigger group, but the pandemic demands a different path.
All the same, the beach is our friend. The ocean is our friend. Magical friends, they are. They create this simple yet so special, wondrous place, space.
The beach, the ocean, it’s one of those places that might bring us a little closer to God, if you let it, if you’re open to it, if you believe in that sorta thing.
I believe in that sorta thing. With my family, in nature, all the more aware of the infinity of it all.