Music Monday: 10,000 Years (Peace Is Now)

Peace must be now.

Starting Over and All That Jazz

I turned 40 a few months back, and have spent the past few months, well, struggling.

Over a year ago, I had begun pulling down my posts here at WordPress, attempting to consolidate my online presence as I was attempting to launch a writing business. I was attempting to plan an exit strategy from my current job, and hoping that the writing would be somewhat profitable in a year so that it would allow me to go part time at work to maintain health benefits and  but shift my focus to writing.

I had formed the company, purchased a domain, and paid a goodly amount of money for someone to design it for me. I had vision; I had focus; I had the enthusiasm of a kid the night before Christmas.

And then I got sick again.

I was diagnosed with hypothyroidism in 2003, and it was several years after that I discovered I have Hashimoto’s disease, an autoimmune disorder which, to be honest, I still don’t understand.  In the 11 years that I’ve struggled with this, I don’t think my thyroid has been within normal range for more than three months in a row. It’s caused weight gain, overwhelming depression, and a sense of exhaustion that words fail to explain.

Which is okay, because that’s not what this post is about.  Just a set up.

Waterboy

(From Live’s Mental Jewelry)

Just because it seems so apropos.

Waterboy
What do you say to the child Whose god is in the T.V. And what do you say to the man who blames the world on T.V. They don’t even know how to sing my song But they won’t even try it With me, with me with me Who is standing over playing like The teacher Harnessing the learned Who try but can’t leave her I want to beg the liars to lay down Their sirens That play like the angels To my deep desire Free my son Let him walk right through the rain Free my son Make him waterboy Free my son There he stands down on the shore Free my son What do you say to the man Who treats her like a mother? And what do you say to the man Who treats her like a father? “Come and see my heart, come inside and learn”? “Come and see my soul, it’s like yours. I say it’s just like yours”? Who is making over Idolizing princes Banishing the dreamers with Barbed wire fences And telling all the children who run to Her feet That they have no vision And love’s all diseased Free my son