Waiting in the Wing

The grind of living pulverizes new sprouts into a mush, yet I am beginning to write to rescue what I can and maybe make some sense of the past few years. Right now, I'm sitting in a house that is not mine overlooking the water to the Seattle skyline. Everything is a version of green or blue grey today. My companions are two cats for the next four weeks.

I've been traveling, mainly as a way to start over but also because I don't know what else to do. The medical stuff I've been dealing with is a long game and until it's stable I am at its mercy. There is life to be lived but it's a life of living in between, patient and persistent. It's been lonely. After 3.5 years of making this my top priority the good days are just now starting to outweigh the bad. It's like seeing sunlight catch bits of sand at the beach, glistening. I thought I'd start writing a journal on my website and see where all this writing and singing and wanting to make things leads now. Hi.

To start, I'd like to share the lyrics of new songs from the past few years. Here is my only finished song for the entire year of 2022. It's one I wrote about failure. It is also about love that lasts.

Waiting in the Wing ©2022

It didn't work out, but we're still friends

Took the leap, found kindness on the ground

You still finish my sentences

I still know just when to leave you alone

Sometimes it's so close that you can't see

Maybe if you let go of the dream….

The ground is cold, you're by my side

You see me as I am, half alive

This broken body and battered mind

Never seems to cross the finish line

Sometimes it's so close that you can't see

Maybe if you let go of the dream

You'll find love

was never waiting

in the wing

You still text me just to ask

if you can bring me anything I need

I still reply with a smile

I'm sending cash, I'll see you in a while

That last verse I'm considering cutting. I like it but I'm not sure the song needs it. Be back to write more soon.