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"Life is lived forward, but understood backward. It is not until we are down the road and we stand on the mountain looking back through the valley that we can appreciate the terrain God has allowed us to scale.” Jill Savage

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

SNOW PATROL LYRICS
"Chasing Cars"

We'll do it all
Everything on our own
We don't need anything or anyone
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
and just forget the world?

I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel
Those three words
Are said too much
They're not enough

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden
that's bursting into life

Let's waste time
chasing cars
Around our heads
I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden
that's bursting into life

All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes,
they're all I can see
I don't know where

Confused about how as well
Just know that these things
will never change for us at all

If I lay here If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
and just forget the world?


My daughter plays this song ALL the time in her car. I figured she must be getting a lot out of it. So I looked up the words and we talked about it for awhile. Of course she and I are in different places in life, but we both felt a lot of the same things interestingly enough.
I started listening to it and not only do I love it - there's a certain beat in it that you can just feel what the person is saying and the person who sings it, it seems to me, really feels and has experienced the words. I can't explain it other than to say this man understands the words he sings.
The last week or two I've been busy and stressed. Now some of the stress is my own, but most of my stress happens to be from the people I live with. Things going on at Home Sweet Home. Home sweet home can sometimes be a misnomer or at least an oxymoron at times. Is home always sweet? Or is the idea of coming home and the idea of home that's really sweet. Okay, it's been tough on old Chatty the last few weeks and I'm trying to get past some problems if you will.
I guess that is what makes the world such an interesting place - everyone is different - everyone 'sees' things differently - everyone 'interprets' things differently - we can even 'hear' the same words differently - well for that fact we can 'read' the same words differently.
This song could represent a real home. Or it could mean God. Home could be Heaven. A best friend. Or a loved one. It could for sure be my grandson. It could be a place in your heart. A thought or a memory. . .
It talked about grace - sometimes you need the grace of someone else when you lose your own for awhile. Some times you just need a friend to lie in the trenches with you when you're hurting. I know I have done that for many of my own family and friends - many many times.
We are all growing older - we're all on the Titanic, it just depends where we are sitting - life is going on and we can't stop that fact.
Don't you wish you could really just sit down once in awhile and just let the world go by? Not take part in it for awhile? Just stop and rest and smell the roses? You know I try so hard to do that. I know I should do that. I know I want to do that. I want to slow down and find that peaceful place. It feels good when you get there because I've been there. It's the ONE thing we all NEED to do - yet if you are like me - it's one of the hardest things to accomplish. A lot of things have to fall into place to get there and it doesn't come naturally or easily.
First you need to learn and recognize that you need to stop. That's foremost. Most people are in denial. They put it off being busy - doing just one more thing. There's always time later on. Some excuse.

Next you have to decide how you're going to accomplish it and figure ways to take some time off to slow down.
Then you have to commit to doing it no matter what gets in the way.
It's not second hand nature anymore like when we were young and kid like. It was so easy then. That is a child's nature - they are born with peace - patience - play. I see it with my grandchild. That is the best thing about them. They kind of teach you how to live again. But someday he will learn to join the rat race of life. In fact WE are going to be the ones that teach him how to join the rat race. How he learns to handle stress is critical for his future as an adult. Some adults handle stress gracefully and other adults handle it atrociously. They become yet additional stresses. So we are born pure, we play, we start living, going to school, going from one activity to the next, we learn to be stressed. Then we have to learn how to live in stress by de-stressing and learning to be childlike again. Full Circle.
When you get all that done - then of course life happens. Either something happens you're not expecting or someone sabotages it. Do they do it on purpose because they don't want you to change or do they do it because they are jealous or do they do it by accident?
Taking time for yourself and watching the world go back and enjoying it with someone is such a fragile commodity if you will. You have to fight sometimes so hard to simply breathe and enjoy life - is it worth it - do you give up and join the rat race and the frustrations of others?
Okay enough, anyway this is where my head and heart has been of late. I'm trying to figure things out and learn how to de-stress more and play more. I'm trying to decide what really is important in this life we lead. Sometimes it's hard and confusing.
This I know. I'm going to go play tonight. I'm meeting my niece and her three children and I'm bringing my grandson. You should have seen the joy on his face when I told him that we're going to meet at a park and play tonight with his cousins. No worries how to get there. No worries about bedtime. No worries about school tomorrow. Nothing. Just the joy of playing went though his mind.
Think I'll do something for myself and I'll play a little too.
Love,
Chatty Crone




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