I spend a lot of time in my car. I put on about 40,000 miles/year. I listen to sports radio stations, morning shows, and my CDs. I always need driving music, songs that keep me awake, and songs that hit me deeply because of where I am. My latest driving song is a classic -- Have You Ever Seen the Rain. Here are the lyrics:

Have You Ever Seen The Rain?

(J.C. Fogerty)


Someone told me long ago
There's a calm before the storm
I know
It's been coming for some time
When it's over so they say
It'll rain on a sunny day
I know
Shining down like water


I wanna know
Have you ever seen the rain?
I wanna know
Have you ever seen the rain?


Coming down on a sunny day
Yesterday and days before
Sun is cold and rain is hard
I know
It's been that way for all my time
Till forever on it goes
Through the circle fast and slow
I know
And it can't stop I wonder


I wanna know
Have you ever seen the rain?
I wanna know
Have you ever seen the rain?


I wanna know
Have you ever seen the rain?
I wanna know
Have you ever seen the rain?

Yesterday, I was in Barnes and Noble buying books, one of my multi-addictions. One of the books I picked up was Post Secret. I mentioned this in a past blog. The idea was simple: Send in an anonymous postcard with a true secret that you've never shared. This project started as an art project, but grew into a national fascination. The book is a compilation of many of the postcards Frank Warren received.


I am so drawn to this book, in all of its realness and sadness. The book is brilliant in its revelation of our human condition. The secrets people keep out of fear, out of pain, is outstanding and familiar. Don't get me wrong, there are a number of postcards that bring about a smile or a big laugh. We are sneaky people, hiding what we can, when we can.


Here is a sampling of some of the revelations:


"I wish I would have spent more time with him . . . When he remembered my name."


"I still believe my childhood bear is real. I am in college. I still talk to her . . . . When no one is in the room."


"I tell people I'm an atheist, but I believe I'm going to hell."


"Since September 11, 2001, everyone I've ever known thinks that I am dead."


So, there it is. What anonymous postcard would you write? What would I write? Why are we so afraid? We are so afraid, and I'm tired of living in fear, of clinging to whatever comforts.


Find laughter today, my friends and release that which holds you back. I encourage you to get this book. It may release your spirit a little bit.

Much love.

the way it was

before the apple, before that taste

we were all of equal worth

eve and adam, partners

no submission

no superiority

the earth was ours in harmony

with life, with each other

food was from the plants and trees

no blood breathing creature

was endangered

we were free to roam, to create

without shame, without godlike knowledge

understanding without wisdom was the downfall

our eyes were open

but we were too small to see the beauty

so we clung to the shame

and sewed ourselves, closing our minds

and slowly

but certainly

we chose death

over all things that are living

msf

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