Oh my God, this song still just brings me to my knees. It's unlike any other song and to me, it is timeless!!! I reached out back in April '05 when I discovered this website. I was searching for the meaning and was unsuccesful. This song has a very deep, personal meaning to me...it just rocks me down to my core. In my case I think of my old man (Pops). We watched 1,000's of sunsets out at the coast together. We had a special 'sacred' spot upon a cliffs edge just above the rivermouth. Ahhhh yes....where the river meets the sea. There is a huige rock up there that has like two seats carved into it from natures hands. A small one, and a larger one right next to it (our pews)!! We called it our 'church' and also named it after my only brother who died in 1989 by taking his own life. We planted a tree there in his memory. Pops and I shared some deep, and precious moments there. Pops enjoyed a little weed I will say, and this was a place I would sometimes join in. With or without the Pot, Dad and I would go on these amazing adventures, and never even leave the rock. Dad and I did manage to actually travel a bit of the world together....but this, this was home. We collected heart shaped rocks from our travels all over the globe and stashed them all over the hillside. We had so much funMy parents went threw a horrendous divorce when my bro & I were teens, It was devistating and just when you'd think things couldn't get MORE screwed up, boom, something ever worse would top the last. Totally turned our perfect, safe (we thought) life upside down and ultimately killed my Brother. He just couldn't take it anymore. He was a week shy of his 23rd birthday. Little would I know that in the years to come, I'd lose my entire family. Dad had a heart attack in the middle of the night (he and I were 150 miles apart(and just happened to be chatting on the phone(for 52 clear minutes) suddenly his voice faded, he told me he was tired, and a second later her was gone. Unbelieveable, but true, my Grandma (dads mom) passed away 8 hours after my Father from kidney failure. Dad lived with and took care of my Nana. Then, less than two years later, my Mom was diagnoised with terminal cancer. I dropped everything and moved home and took care of her.Mom was so strong, stubburn and beautiful. She put up a good fight, living 3x's longer than Doctors expected. It was during her illness that she and I took a drive out to our spot on the Coast. That day I planted a tree just a few feet from my Brothers in honor of POP. I was up there just slamming that shovel into the earth, crying harder than I ever had before, as ma waited down below. Chemo robbed her of strentgh or balance to be or get up there. I must have gotten lost in my conquest of getting this tree into the ground To be honest I think I was in so much pain, and so scared of what was yet to come, I think I just went somewhere else at that particular time. I snapped out of it when I heard the faint & worried yell from my Mother, who I left hopeless down below. It was wierd,. the sun had even set without me realizing it! F'ing brutal. You know, I don't think it would have been possible for one averaged size woman to haul that tree up the winding trail, dig down into the hardest of dirt, and plant that baby cypris if I didn't have all that pain, emotion, and love pumping threw my veins!! It was shortly after that, Mom lost her battle. She died in my arms at my home. I was through. I had nothing left. I forgot to leave any purpose for me to carry on. I lingered there, in the shadow of death for a long, very painful, and dark time. Its a wonder I didn't die from all the pills, booze, ciggerettes, and total abuse to my body. I just couldn't get it together after that. I have struggled threw alot, and am not quite sure how I am still here. I am not the same person I was before, thats for sure. I just didn't (and still don,t) know how a person carries on when there is no one left to make proud. No one there to root you on, have your back, or to go home too when life gets too scary to face alone. Even though I am all grown up and married I feel absolutely homeless, everywhere I go,
Except the sacred place where the river meets the sea.......
I know it is the wisdom from my father and stenth of my mother and the heart of my brother.
You just have to try...
You have to try.
My battery is going to die! Wow, sorry! Didn't know I;d get in this far....
Wow, what a release!
Peace
~Marnsmarie
@marnsmarie Your pain is almost visible. I am sorry for your losses. Sometimes we have to learn how to just forget to think of the past ot the future we can\'t control.\r\nI just finished a bankruptcy telephone hearing and for some reason this Dog and Butterfly song popped into my head. Looked it up and listened to it. The melody is so transcendental. Carried me to the happiness of living in the moment then the reality that we are earthbound and can\'t really fly but happy just because we were in the act of trying. The old man is...
@marnsmarie Your pain is almost visible. I am sorry for your losses. Sometimes we have to learn how to just forget to think of the past ot the future we can\'t control.\r\nI just finished a bankruptcy telephone hearing and for some reason this Dog and Butterfly song popped into my head. Looked it up and listened to it. The melody is so transcendental. Carried me to the happiness of living in the moment then the reality that we are earthbound and can\'t really fly but happy just because we were in the act of trying. The old man is the practical, sage through experience of life but the exuberance of the chasing the butterfly gives the dog still the desire to experience the joy of trying to fly over and over just to try. Even though he\'s destined to fall back down to the warm soft ground which didn\'t harm him and he got the joy, for just a brief moment of flying. Back in the maybe \'80\'s or 90\'s there was a sitcom staged in Alaska as a small town with iconic characters. One, Chris, was a dj at the towns radio station and one episode Chris decided he was going to catapult a baby grand piano. The whole episode was about the preparation to catapult the piano. When the actual thing was accomplished the town all wondered why so much work for something that was over in a matter of seconds. I loved his reply and try to live in the spirit of it. He said "It\'s not the fling that\'s flung but the fling itself". Sometimes life doesn\'t make a lot of sense but we need to learn to let the things in life that hurt us go. Learn to live in the now. The old man may be wise and have sage advice but honestly the dog is just enjoying trying something new...trying to reach a, probably, unattainable, goal but he\'s living in the moment and loving it, laughing, because it\'s exciting and new. The song. The melody and the words both take me up and down and draw a primal sense of love, of love lost but the joy again of living briefly in the now and feeling the pure happiness of flying for a brief moment. We need to learn to live every moment possible in the now and not be sad or angry for that that has passed or distress or worry about things in the future we can\'t control.\r\nIf you aren\'t familiar, I have one last thought to share in hopes it might help you deal with life and it\'s challenges. My favorite poem called Desiderata is what I strive to live my life by..I hope you can someday soon find something to bring joy back in your life. Maybe your kids. Maybe something you haven\'t even thought about yet. But hope you find peace....and read the poem. It\'s life changing. I think. Best wishes to you.
Oh my God, this song still just brings me to my knees. It's unlike any other song and to me, it is timeless!!! I reached out back in April '05 when I discovered this website. I was searching for the meaning and was unsuccesful. This song has a very deep, personal meaning to me...it just rocks me down to my core. In my case I think of my old man (Pops). We watched 1,000's of sunsets out at the coast together. We had a special 'sacred' spot upon a cliffs edge just above the rivermouth. Ahhhh yes....where the river meets the sea. There is a huige rock up there that has like two seats carved into it from natures hands. A small one, and a larger one right next to it (our pews)!! We called it our 'church' and also named it after my only brother who died in 1989 by taking his own life. We planted a tree there in his memory. Pops and I shared some deep, and precious moments there. Pops enjoyed a little weed I will say, and this was a place I would sometimes join in. With or without the Pot, Dad and I would go on these amazing adventures, and never even leave the rock. Dad and I did manage to actually travel a bit of the world together....but this, this was home. We collected heart shaped rocks from our travels all over the globe and stashed them all over the hillside. We had so much funMy parents went threw a horrendous divorce when my bro & I were teens, It was devistating and just when you'd think things couldn't get MORE screwed up, boom, something ever worse would top the last. Totally turned our perfect, safe (we thought) life upside down and ultimately killed my Brother. He just couldn't take it anymore. He was a week shy of his 23rd birthday. Little would I know that in the years to come, I'd lose my entire family. Dad had a heart attack in the middle of the night (he and I were 150 miles apart(and just happened to be chatting on the phone(for 52 clear minutes) suddenly his voice faded, he told me he was tired, and a second later her was gone. Unbelieveable, but true, my Grandma (dads mom) passed away 8 hours after my Father from kidney failure. Dad lived with and took care of my Nana. Then, less than two years later, my Mom was diagnoised with terminal cancer. I dropped everything and moved home and took care of her.Mom was so strong, stubburn and beautiful. She put up a good fight, living 3x's longer than Doctors expected. It was during her illness that she and I took a drive out to our spot on the Coast. That day I planted a tree just a few feet from my Brothers in honor of POP. I was up there just slamming that shovel into the earth, crying harder than I ever had before, as ma waited down below. Chemo robbed her of strentgh or balance to be or get up there. I must have gotten lost in my conquest of getting this tree into the ground To be honest I think I was in so much pain, and so scared of what was yet to come, I think I just went somewhere else at that particular time. I snapped out of it when I heard the faint & worried yell from my Mother, who I left hopeless down below. It was wierd,. the sun had even set without me realizing it! F'ing brutal. You know, I don't think it would have been possible for one averaged size woman to haul that tree up the winding trail, dig down into the hardest of dirt, and plant that baby cypris if I didn't have all that pain, emotion, and love pumping threw my veins!! It was shortly after that, Mom lost her battle. She died in my arms at my home. I was through. I had nothing left. I forgot to leave any purpose for me to carry on. I lingered there, in the shadow of death for a long, very painful, and dark time. Its a wonder I didn't die from all the pills, booze, ciggerettes, and total abuse to my body. I just couldn't get it together after that. I have struggled threw alot, and am not quite sure how I am still here. I am not the same person I was before, thats for sure. I just didn't (and still don,t) know how a person carries on when there is no one left to make proud. No one there to root you on, have your back, or to go home too when life gets too scary to face alone. Even though I am all grown up and married I feel absolutely homeless, everywhere I go, Except the sacred place where the river meets the sea....... I know it is the wisdom from my father and stenth of my mother and the heart of my brother. You just have to try... You have to try.
My battery is going to die! Wow, sorry! Didn't know I;d get in this far.... Wow, what a release! Peace ~Marnsmarie
@marnsmarie Your pain is almost visible. I am sorry for your losses. Sometimes we have to learn how to just forget to think of the past ot the future we can\'t control.\r\nI just finished a bankruptcy telephone hearing and for some reason this Dog and Butterfly song popped into my head. Looked it up and listened to it. The melody is so transcendental. Carried me to the happiness of living in the moment then the reality that we are earthbound and can\'t really fly but happy just because we were in the act of trying. The old man is...
@marnsmarie Your pain is almost visible. I am sorry for your losses. Sometimes we have to learn how to just forget to think of the past ot the future we can\'t control.\r\nI just finished a bankruptcy telephone hearing and for some reason this Dog and Butterfly song popped into my head. Looked it up and listened to it. The melody is so transcendental. Carried me to the happiness of living in the moment then the reality that we are earthbound and can\'t really fly but happy just because we were in the act of trying. The old man is the practical, sage through experience of life but the exuberance of the chasing the butterfly gives the dog still the desire to experience the joy of trying to fly over and over just to try. Even though he\'s destined to fall back down to the warm soft ground which didn\'t harm him and he got the joy, for just a brief moment of flying. Back in the maybe \'80\'s or 90\'s there was a sitcom staged in Alaska as a small town with iconic characters. One, Chris, was a dj at the towns radio station and one episode Chris decided he was going to catapult a baby grand piano. The whole episode was about the preparation to catapult the piano. When the actual thing was accomplished the town all wondered why so much work for something that was over in a matter of seconds. I loved his reply and try to live in the spirit of it. He said "It\'s not the fling that\'s flung but the fling itself". Sometimes life doesn\'t make a lot of sense but we need to learn to let the things in life that hurt us go. Learn to live in the now. The old man may be wise and have sage advice but honestly the dog is just enjoying trying something new...trying to reach a, probably, unattainable, goal but he\'s living in the moment and loving it, laughing, because it\'s exciting and new. The song. The melody and the words both take me up and down and draw a primal sense of love, of love lost but the joy again of living briefly in the now and feeling the pure happiness of flying for a brief moment. We need to learn to live every moment possible in the now and not be sad or angry for that that has passed or distress or worry about things in the future we can\'t control.\r\nIf you aren\'t familiar, I have one last thought to share in hopes it might help you deal with life and it\'s challenges. My favorite poem called Desiderata is what I strive to live my life by..I hope you can someday soon find something to bring joy back in your life. Maybe your kids. Maybe something you haven\'t even thought about yet. But hope you find peace....and read the poem. It\'s life changing. I think. Best wishes to you.