When the song that is in me is the song I hear from the world
I'll be home. It's not written down and I don't remember the
I know when I hear it I'll have made it myself. I'll be home....". Paula Meehan (Home)
I was inspired by the beautiful words here.
From the beginning I was told what I should do.
Later I asked myself what I could do.
Later still: what I wanted to do.
I was crippled by these questions.
They created so much noise in my head. I lived at full-speed in the future. I rushed to choose a personality for fear of isolation. A profession for fear of poverty. Afraid to pursue what really interested me. I told myself "I don't have the time. I can't make a living from that. I'll probably be sick of it in a few months anyway". Not seeing the point. Afraid. Afraid. Afraid. Defeated before I even began. Not knowing who I am.
"...The wise women say you must live in your skin, call it home..."
I want to silence those questions. Block out that noise. From others. From society. From myself. Set myself free to explore my interests, whether they last a few days or a few years. Embrace change, get to know who I am now and allow my Self to evolve.
I want to enjoy the trip and not worry about the arrival.
"...I'm on my last journey. Though my lines are all wonky
they spell me a map that makes sense. Where the song that is in
is the song I hear from the world, I'll set down my burdens
and sleep. The spot that I lie on at last the place I'll call home."
This too, is what I want for you.
Bon voyage, my love.
Love Mam x