There Will Be Time Later

Can you hear the music? Does it pound in your ears like something primitive and basic, mimicking the drumming of your heart, and the blood rushing in your veins? Lose yourself in it, and let it drown everything else out. Succumb. Forget thought, and emotion, and feeling. You are the beat, and the beat is you.

Do you feel the rush of time and people and movement and life? Throw yourself into it with speed and abandon. Any activity will do. For now, forgetting is necessary. Thinking is lethal. Feeling is suicidal. Lose yourself in speed and motion. And do it quickly. For now, surviving lies in movement. Living lies in passing the time, and passing it quickly, and noisily.

There will be time for stillness and silence - time to comprehend, and assimilate, and accept. There will be time later for your tears and anger and remorse and regret. You will understand, and appreciate, and acknowledge the lessons you learned. If you listen to me now, and drown out your thoughts, and don't slow down enough for them to take over, I promise you there will be time later.

I Wanna Dance With Somebody

The other night a bunch of us went out dancing. We were a motley crew of despair, heartbreak and generally in need of just rejoicing, letting our collective hair down, and giving ourselves up to the beat. And of course, it had to be done to old school music. Most of the new stuff is more bump and grind, and while the baser instincts can SOMETIMES relate, it's hard for your soul to truly connect to the latest tracks... also because the memories that one attaches to music haven't quite been cemented in the psyche just yet...

We had a wonderful time to say the least, and well those old tracks lifted up our spirits to a high level. We laughed, and lip-synced, and danced as though we were in our very own dance video. We left inhibition and self-consciousness behind, and danced like no-one was watching, and sang like we were in concert (although I doubt anyone would PAY to see us!).

We moonwalked (ok not really, but would have loved to) to Michael Jackson, and were all faux virginal to Madonna, and basically offered reverence to several old school legends, and even some one-hit wonders... but the song that struck a real chord with the crowd was Whitney Houston's "I Wanna Dance With Somebody". Now, it doesn't have the most poetic or deep lyrics, nor is the beat phenomenal... but its appeal lies in it's tag line... 'I Wanna Dance With Somebody - With Somebody Who Loves Me!'

I was one of scores of people from all sorts of backgrounds, and countries, and occupations, and levels of education, and we all sung out earnestly - 'With Somebody Who Loves Me!'

Longing and loving are really quite universal aren't they?

Sunshine Yellow

You colour my soul, and you colour it sunshine yellow. You make it buoyant, and you make it rise and float freely even when the tide is high, and the seas rough - even when it's reluctant to do so.

And when darkness is imminent, and stubborn, and affords a temporary win, you shoot arrows of love, and hope, and indignation, and support - pinpricks of light that shine into and out of my soul like the stars. And again, my soul slowly becomes sunshine yellow... taking from your strength, to make it's own.