This morning I woke with this song in my head. I always liked Police and Sting but never had any of their albums. Usually when a song runs in my head like that I just let it go, but today I really wanted to know why it was running. I didn't remember much more of it than the chorus and that weird line of burying the old man in the sea.
I was a gigging singer/songwriter for about 7 years, I guess - has-been now. I have a few books on Amazon, one of poetry and two
@JaneyTodd . . . dream journals. (still Janey - couldn't see where to edit) Anyway, this is going somewhere, though it doesn't seem like it.
So, this morning I was writing in my dream journal and feeling what my mother used to call the "Whats it all about, Alfie" syndrome. That's an old song title that means, basically what's the point of Life? Is there any? A sad or melancholy, sometimes feeling. Sometimes just a matter-of-fact thing. Lately I've been feeling the sad version.
But this morning, as I wrote, I happened upon a good, or at least interesting dream that flowed...
@JaneyTodd . . . dream journals. (still Janey - couldn't see where to edit) Anyway, this is going somewhere, though it doesn't seem like it.
So, this morning I was writing in my dream journal and feeling what my mother used to call the "Whats it all about, Alfie" syndrome. That's an old song title that means, basically what's the point of Life? Is there any? A sad or melancholy, sometimes feeling. Sometimes just a matter-of-fact thing. Lately I've been feeling the sad version.
But this morning, as I wrote, I happened upon a good, or at least interesting dream that flowed along as it's supposed to - probably because it woke me up at the inconvenient hour of 2:15 am. A lot of times the dreams are boring or disgustingly self-pitying but this one was entertaining, even though it was one of my recurrent unconsummated love with Bruce Springsteen ones. So annoying. But fun this morning.
Anyway, as I started writing, I decided that I would look up the lyrics to Stings song and maybe it would be inspirational to me. I cop to being superstitious and, according to me, I knew the song would have great meaning for me and it did.
My sad thing was that my books aren't selling yet and sometimes I wonder why I bother at all. Why I should bother living at all. It sounds bad but that's normal old people stuff. I think that that's what the song means, besides that the sheer poetry of it is phenomenal. We each do what we can, little by little, one by one. Yeah we're just gonna die someday but that's the way the world works. Sting made me very happy today. Maybe some day my books will make someone else happy too. And for sure you will make someone's day happy many times before you go. xo
This morning I woke with this song in my head. I always liked Police and Sting but never had any of their albums. Usually when a song runs in my head like that I just let it go, but today I really wanted to know why it was running. I didn't remember much more of it than the chorus and that weird line of burying the old man in the sea. I was a gigging singer/songwriter for about 7 years, I guess - has-been now. I have a few books on Amazon, one of poetry and two
@JaneyTodd . . . dream journals. (still Janey - couldn't see where to edit) Anyway, this is going somewhere, though it doesn't seem like it. So, this morning I was writing in my dream journal and feeling what my mother used to call the "Whats it all about, Alfie" syndrome. That's an old song title that means, basically what's the point of Life? Is there any? A sad or melancholy, sometimes feeling. Sometimes just a matter-of-fact thing. Lately I've been feeling the sad version. But this morning, as I wrote, I happened upon a good, or at least interesting dream that flowed...
@JaneyTodd . . . dream journals. (still Janey - couldn't see where to edit) Anyway, this is going somewhere, though it doesn't seem like it. So, this morning I was writing in my dream journal and feeling what my mother used to call the "Whats it all about, Alfie" syndrome. That's an old song title that means, basically what's the point of Life? Is there any? A sad or melancholy, sometimes feeling. Sometimes just a matter-of-fact thing. Lately I've been feeling the sad version. But this morning, as I wrote, I happened upon a good, or at least interesting dream that flowed along as it's supposed to - probably because it woke me up at the inconvenient hour of 2:15 am. A lot of times the dreams are boring or disgustingly self-pitying but this one was entertaining, even though it was one of my recurrent unconsummated love with Bruce Springsteen ones. So annoying. But fun this morning. Anyway, as I started writing, I decided that I would look up the lyrics to Stings song and maybe it would be inspirational to me. I cop to being superstitious and, according to me, I knew the song would have great meaning for me and it did. My sad thing was that my books aren't selling yet and sometimes I wonder why I bother at all. Why I should bother living at all. It sounds bad but that's normal old people stuff. I think that that's what the song means, besides that the sheer poetry of it is phenomenal. We each do what we can, little by little, one by one. Yeah we're just gonna die someday but that's the way the world works. Sting made me very happy today. Maybe some day my books will make someone else happy too. And for sure you will make someone's day happy many times before you go. xo