When I’m gone

I’m undergoing a lot of change, lately. I mean, I’m always moving and growing and doing new things, but this feels different. Almost like I’m undergoing some kind of a transformation. All the new information I’ve been hit with in the past few months has left me feeling a little run over. Recognizing the vast and serious damage that we are doing to our beautiful, nourishing, awesome, primary earth is enough to leave me with a permanent lump in my throat. I’m dealing with feelings of uncertainty and fear, but also experiencing an awakening of spirit and purpose. I’m doing a lot of accepting and soul-searching. I’ve been meaning to write about these thoughts for a while now, but it’s difficult when I’ve yet to realize what it all means. I’m starting to find the words, lately, and I hope to try to organize my thoughts here in the near future.

My dad and I went to a Phil Ochs tribute concert last night. It was wonderful. He wrote songs that really said something. I wish there was more of that. A few hours of protest songs put you in a… mood. I’m seeing where this will take me.

This is one of his songs (And, actually, one of the best songs I’ve ever heard). I tried to find the original, but happened on this cover by Ani, which is just great, so I decided to post it instead. This song is really in the vein of what I’ve been feeling about things lately, so with that in mind…


Quote of the day:

"There’s no place in this world where I’ll belong when I’m gone
And I won’t know the right from the wrong when I’m gone
And you won’t find me singin’ on this song when I’m gone
So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here"   (Phil Ochs)


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