What I do to handle my gloomy mood is to acknowledge it -- Yep, I'm in a funk ... yes I have a good reason to be ... ok, I'll let myself be in a funk for 1/2 hour or so. Now snap out of it! It's simply a waste of time to wallow in a woe you can do little about. So next, I refocus my mind by finding something big or small to try to accomplish.
Moreover, it upset me tremendously when I heard in late March that a brilliant songwriter John Prine was on a ventilator in Nashville. He began his career in the late 60s-early 70s writing songs for my father's favorite singers, the Everly Brothers + others. I knew he had beaten lung cancer, and short of a miracle ... Well, the miracle didn't come, and he died on April 7, 2020. R.I.P. John Prine. You are one of 159,773 souls in the USA (700, 756 worldwide) and counting lost to COVID.๐
After all these months at home, I understand his poignant song, Angel From Montgomery as never before. The protagonist is beaten down by life and inertia. Life on hold. Going nowhere for a prolonged period of time. The uncertainty. The waiting. It is painful.
When I return home at the end of the day, my apartment feels like a haven. If I have little reason to leave, the apartment feels more like a prison. The yin tries to swallow the yang!
What I know is this: Life is bittersweet. We can't escape the bitter but must not forget the sweet. Stay well my lovelies!๐น
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Lyrics:
ANGEL FROM MONTGOMERY
I am an old woman named after my mother
My old man is another child that's grown old
If dreams were thunder, lightning was desire
This old house would have burnt down a long time ago
Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go
When I was a young girl well, I had me a cowboy
He weren't much to look at, just free rambling man
But that was a long time and no matter how I try
The years just flow by like a broken down dam
Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go
There's flies in the kitchen, I can hear 'em there buzzing
There's flies in the kitchen, I can hear 'em there buzzing
And I ain't done nothing since I woke up today
How the hell can a person go to work in the morning
And come home in the evening and have nothing to say
Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go
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