To be alive right now.
To be the parent of these three amazing kids.
To have the family I have.
To have the friends I have.
To have seen the concerts I’ve see.
To have clothes on my back, shoes on my feed, a roof over my head, and food to eat in abundance and variety and quality.
To have the job I have right now, and the career up to this point prior.
To be inspired every day.
To come back to the same foundation every day:
LOVE.
Compromise, the way forward.
Compromise, the path of peace.
Compromise, the way to find, create, harmony.
Compromise, the way to live happily with others.
Give a little; take a little; compromise.
In friendships, at work, at home, in marriage, in life.
Be willing to…
COMPROMISE.
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…
Weird feeling, let me attempt to explain a little.
My family structure, a new chapter, still searching for settled.
Single guy again. Single parent this time. But not all alone; co-parenting efforts in effect.
Trying to stabilize this new norm as the norm. Funky thing. So different. Unsettling still. But trying to settle into this unsettled feeling.
Weird. But fine too. The new normal. More time, different time, unplanned quiet, unplanned time, all possibilities, unexpected. Weird, somehow, weird.
What to do? How to be? Who to be now? All before, all in front, each day, each hour, find the way.
Make it good. Make it good. You’ll get settled. Focus on making it good each time. Each time. Settle in. To unsettled.
Enjoy the music? Sing along, the best way to feel it.
I was in the kitchen with my younger daughter the other day, and she was quietly singing a song from the movie, Trolls.
Can you guess which one?
Yep, the same one I posted the lyrics for this week…”Get Back Up Again”…
Such a good song, such simple, powerful, uplifting words…no lie.
And then a day later?
My son sang along, too.
I love listening to them sing along, an honest connection with and simple expression of what they hear.
The muse, the lyric, the magic of music, the song, let it sing from your mind to your voice to your soul, and out to the world.
It’s maybe the most human of actions, words to music and the joy and feeling and expression that comes forth.
Let it be, let it be me, let’s sing along…!
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”
| GOOD | GOOD | GOOD |
Writer(s): Pasek Benj, Paul Justin Noble
The THOUGHT BOX.
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.
Try it. I hope you find it useful.
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…”
Really, chica? I’m your Dad…
And so glad that is so!
Happy Happy Birthday, Super Lu~
This concept comes to mind often for me. When am I closest to God? When am I doing what God wants me to do? When am I truly aligned?
Sometimes it seems obvious, immediate, powerful.
Like watching my son run along the beach.
Or standing in the ocean with him, teaching him to hold his ground and the water rushes in, rushes out.
The ocean often has that effect on my overall. Timeless.
But it could be something entirely different. Like blow-drying my daughter’s new, furry friend.
All snippets, all bits of being closer to God, just a bit, just a bit. And sometimes a bit more.
Funny thing, the beach.
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.
The beach. Family. Timeless. Joy.
