2008-9 had been a really rough patch for me…financially, emotionally. I’d had my best year ever up until the CRASH in October or 2008. And then I found myself basically homeless and broker than I’d ever been.
I figured since I wasn’t making any money squatting in a soon to be foreclosed on apartment in a grungy area of New Haven, I might as well not make any money someplace beautiful…
so I’d left New Haven CT and found myself living in an incredibly beautiful little town in upstate New York. There were hills and valleys.
Just like in life.
From the ridges you can look down into these tiny toy towns with tiny cars and trucks. If you’re lucky a red tail hawk will soar over head.
It just made me want to fly. Just like a thunderstorm releases pent up energy in the atmosphere, after this song came through, I felt tremendous relief and empowerment.
All of a sudden I was ready for new experiences and new relationships. I’d love to know what it brings up for you.
If I Could Fly
Song #400 | 09/09/09 | CD: Purest Form of Trance
If I could fly I would take wing and leave the earth behind
And everything that seems so huge now would disappear below me…
If I could sing, I would breathe in and shine the sound out loud
Till it breaks the hills apart and grinds the mountains down
Sometimes your feet seem to know exactly where they want to go…
And it’s wise to let your body follow, follow, follow…
Sometimes your heart seems to want what the world does not allow
And there are those who advise you to leave your best fields fallow
I just want to run to the edge and leap into the sky
I just want to float like a red tail hawk up so damn high
That you can’t see me any more…You can’t see me any more
You can’t see me any more from the valley floor…
I may be gone but my song remains
I could be the rain on the window while you’re Dreaming of a sunny day…
I could be the tear on your pillow as you lie there half awake
You can think of me if you want as some kind of mistake
But I know what it feels like to have your heart break
It seems I walk on roads that prefer me to walk alone
Even though I long for a traveling companion
And I find myself an edge that invites me to look over
And see the valley with its toy town spread out far below…
I live by the grace of something that’s true but hard to fathom
And it demands that I dance along the ridge above the chasm
I don’t always keep my balance but I always do my best
And I have to trust in Something Else to handle all the rest…
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