This is a happy community of bloggers. Once in a while, there are posts I read that linger in my mind while I’m driving. It’s coincidental that I was thinking of Julie and Lynne while I listened to R.E.M.’s Everybody Hurts on the radio. Julie has a special healing friend, Shila. Julie might not realize it, but she’s a healer, too. Sweet Lynne lost both her Mother and her Sister within months of each other. A rough time for Lynne… A friend in Pennsylvania has had her life turned upside down recently and she has cried a river. And every time I hear this song, I crank up the volume and sing along, uninhibited, in my croaky way…
When the day is long and the night,
the night is yours alone,
When you’re sure you’ve had enough of this life,
Well hang on
Don’t let yourself go,
‘cause everybody cries
and everybody hurts sometimes…
... ‘Cause everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends.
Everybody hurts. Don’t throw your hand. Oh, no.
Don’t throw your hand.
If you feel like you’re alone,
no, no, no, you are not alone.
Hold on, hold on, hold on…
We all get too much sometimes.
You think you’ve lost your sense of humor
and realize that early spring turned into summer overnight, the weeds are growing and the gardens need color; your waistline expands; the dogs need bathing and a pedicure; the house needs a good cleaning; you’re overcommitted on the job; there are ants in the bathroom; the windows are mucked up with pollen and dirt and you think you might have a toothache, or is it a headache?; everything and everyone needs your attention; and, you discover a plantar’s wart on your foot…
The days are too short, you’ve run out of time, and everything happens at once.
You worry about your children every day, no matter how old they are, wishing them a content, happy life. You miss the sound of your Mother’s voice as the image of her face slowly fades over time. You miss your Dad in his nursing home, who might not remember you when you visit soon, and feel guilty for not seeing him often enough. So, we all cry sometimes.
Join me while I escape from it all which I often do,
and cheer for the little Brown-Headed Nutty who beat the belligerent Starlings to the worms.
When I tire of the mundane, I go searching elsewhere
Oh, the bird can run away from me
Tomorrow is another day which might contain a pleasant surprise – so SMILE.