Tracks In The Dust

A Father's Advice About Learning the Mission of Life

Ordinary

It seems like these days everyone I meet is  working so hard to be different. Make every day different, be different from the person to the left and right of us. Yet, of course we want to be sure that we are also part of the accepted group of people we believe we are in.  So we sometimes struggle for that balance.

But there is comfort in the “ordinary” and there is something to be said about that in our relationships.

There is a value to that ordinary feeling we may have, perhaps we even seek it in our love to be “familiar” to the daily lives with our partners? Ordinary is not a bad word. It means a lot more than that.

Give me a bit of the ordinary then. I don’t mind it.

 

Here is a great song about being ordinary  and in love, from Copeland. Love it.

 

Ordinary

Today was fine-
I woke up late like I always do.
Made work just in the knick of time-
And thought of you.And when I returned,
I found you just like I always do.
Waiting for me like you always are.Since you came along-
My days are ordinary.
We laugh just like yesterday-
And I kiss you like the day before-
And I hold you just like ordinary.
Perhaps when the day is new,
We’ll find tomorrow is just ordinary too.Tomorrow came-
My shadow it was growing long.
I came home to find you singing songs-
Just the same.And today it seems-
You’re smiling like you always are.
Every day it’s the same old thing.

Since you came along-
My days are ordinary.
We laugh just like yesterday-
And I kiss you like the day before-
And I hold you just like ordinary.
Perhaps when the day is new,
We’ll find tomorrow is just ordinary too.

 

Poems, Prayers and Promises II

I’ve written a lot of lyrics and music over the years. Pulled out a few.

Going back decades (which I seem to have been lately), dusted off some of the things I have written. Check out the page at the top of the site on the top menu  bar:    Songs and Poems of Another Time   ↑   https://tracksinthedust.com/a-play-on-words/
Breathe

The Music Comes Crashing In

Canvases of painted hues shine down upon

the silent room

Yellows,blues,multifaceted colors, wrap up

the coming gloom

Suddenly music crashes through the barrier

so clear

And beyond loves farthest reach

somehow comes a tear

Back in 1974 I had been really in a dark period and wrote a bunch of stuff called “The Inner Peace of the Compassionate Love”. Mostly just what I thought poetry should be [at that time]. This was one of the more simple pieces. © MGert 1974

The Last Look

Her heels clicked on the stone floor

Echoing through the empty halls

She had been here so many times before

The memories are clear, each separate falls

Now as quickly as it all began

It’s over without another thought

Getting out had been part of the final plan

It was too late when she was caught

Caught in the middle of the whirlwind beginning

Not know until now that she had been winning

Wrote this as a page was turning in someone’s life that I truly cherished. She went on to do other things. From “A Play on Words” Always recall the moment I wrote it even though it was so very very long time ago.  © MGert 1976

April Fools

We all get fooled some of the time. Some people make a living every day trying to convince you of things that aren’t true.

Sometimes I think we Laughing Walruswant to believe what we hear, we want to see something on the Internet and immediate accept it. Not everything is true, some times things are partly true, and some other times many things may be entirely false. We have to be ready to understand that I guess, but how we weigh it out may not always be totally true at all.

If it fits in our sensibilities, it could be more than enough to allow us to fit it into our truth. So when the day comes for “April Fools” day on the first of April, everyone is a bit more suspicious when they hear something they think may possibly not be true. Its like on the next day April 2nd that is all back to normal. Of course then it wouldn’t be as funny, “just kidding”.

Unfortunately I think we are all suspect of telling things that aren’t entirely true to help make things fit in our lives. We send out twitter messages, point blame because we want to believe something, we pass along gossip or make up things to cover our tracks or guilt.

So for here in the US, April 1st means  happy April Fool’s day.  Perhaps we all need to be a bit more careful every day…

 

 

Embrace the Day

A smell, the weather, a certain sound, a book, a song, a painting, a color, a texture.

Moon

So many things capture memories, trigger the recall of things that have been- things that are. The best ones are those you don’t seek I think. The memories you don’t conjure up. They just appear, they just show up in a dream, on a walk, sitting with your friend, your lover.

They take you through time and capture something that was hidden in your brain, a feeling, a thought, a place you’d forgotten, a person who has long since not been part of your life. That is the building blocks of who you are. Those are the things that preserve the fabric of your being.

Yet, some other days seem void of things, almost like they come and go so quickly that they blend in with each other. That is when we need to remember what is really important.

Don’t run away from it, don’t force it or be angry because that day has come and gone with what seems like no purpose. Just embrace the passage of time and be aware of every small victory, every simple opportunity to provide grace to those around us. It only makes those empty days full.

Sometimes its worth saying it again.

 

Focused Restoration

Recently, some very wise men spoke to me and others on the perspective of “restoration.”  It was profoundly interesting that it applies in so much of our lives each day.

We work to restore those things that are broken in our lives by doing some fairly outlandish things. Just like those projects to help restore the broken things around us, we work to restore ourselves and others.

North Island 3

As we try to fix what is broken in our relationships, what is broken in our lives – at work, in our families, with our friends, with our own spirituality… our chances of getting it wrong are very high.  We tend to count on our own sensibilities to reason out our restoration.

Or worse yet we may be working on restoring others around us. It may be easy to point at others and see their imperfections. It may even be reassuring that by doing so, we can tuck away our own need for restoration. Do you know those “fixers” that work to fix up others in their lives, but miss working on themselves? The focus is elsewhere.

Personal restoration can be kind of like a facade. A false front that has little content behind it.  Maybe just go for the quick fix: If “only I ” do this one thing- everything will be better.  Life is moving kind of fast,  so we hunt down  that magic thing that will solve the problems in our lives, will help to mend the issues that seem to be looming and keep us from the better life, keep us from being a better person.

But ultimately I think, the truth is in how we focus our energy, how we make sure that we are doing those things we can do and putting our trust in the outcome. The expectation may be different from the result. Perhaps we need to invest in ourselves? Some may see that as selfish, but it is the genuine investment in our spirituality. The focus on inspecting our hearts and our souls to know that we are right and true to ourselves.

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