| I haven't been breatheing well for the past few days.
I do Dahn Yoga, so I thought I would take the simplest thing - just lay down and Just Breathe. But what would keep my focus on it?
I remembered a song, "Breathe, Just Breeathe", and I googled it. I want to share the lyrics with you - not because this is my exact story, but because I recognized that it was written by a real Artist.
One that stays up, dealing with her life, and just has to get it out. That's what I do sometimes. When I must make my pictures regardless of whether or not I have the skill. If I like the result of the picture that just had to get out, I'm glad I'd been studying and practicing. But I need to make the pictures whether or not the result will be of 'saleable' quality. That's just a pleasant bonus. Because real Artists have to do it to make sense out of their personal lives. --------------- Anna Nalick Lyrics for "Breathe (2 AM)": 2 AM and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake,
"Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?,
I don't love him. Winter just wasn't my season"
Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes
Like they have any right at all to criticize,
Hypocrites. You're all here for the very same reason 'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button, girl.
So cradle your head in your hands
And breathe... just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe May he turn 21 on the base at Fort Bliss
"Just a day" he said down to the flask in his fist,
"Ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year."
Here in town you can tell he's been down for a while,
But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles,
Wanna hold him. Maybe I'll just sing about it. Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.
No one can find the rewind button, boys,
So cradle your head in your hands,
And breathe... just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe There's a light at each end of this tunnel,
You shout 'cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out
And these mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again
If you only try turning around. 2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them, however you want to But you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button now
Sing it if you understand.
and breathe, just breathe
woah breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe. ----------- Life is just a run-on sentence. So I wonder why it seems to change. Or does it really? Maybe it just changes on the outside - Different friends, different jobs, slicker talent. But on the inside, are we not still the same? Dealing with the same issues? Over and over again? Outward Success or Outward Failure. Different times, different attitudes, different choices. But still always the same hopes, dreams, disappointments. Love and Money.
People and Things. To support our lives, our 5 senses.
Sharp Vision, Sympathetic Sounds, Sweet and Sour and Intriguing Scents.
Something to Eat. Heat. Or Coolness. Feeling. To experience these things fully, HOPING TO LIKE WHAT WE FIND.. No matter what happens, to live is to keep breatheing. In and Out. Again. Again. |