Playing For Time
Saturday morning dawns a pleasant 32 degrees F. There’s a fresh snowfall. Today is a gift for our enjoyment. Weather forecast’s feature single digit days ahead. Every day is a gift, a bonus. One of the lessons which Thoreau has to teach in his writings about Walden Pond. Like a child greeting the morning with enthusiasm, leaning into expectation of new experience. Such a life is possible.
Yes, there’s a lot of shit being thrown around by the new administration in Washington, like feces thrown against the glass in the gorilla house at the zoo. “And so it goes” (lately), to quote Vonnegut again.
This tune, is raw, arresting and soulful description of one life, and indeed, all the lives that have ever lived. Many Rivers To Cross by Jimmy Cliff. Lyrics written when he was 22 years of age.
