My Idea of a Songline, part II

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One of the things that I wanted to talk about my trip to Syracuse and my traveling on my songline is that I picked up a copy of the Syracuse New Times in order to figure out what social activities exist in Syracuse. It reminded me of the Philly Weekly. While perusing the New Times, I came across Rob Brezsny’s Horoscope column.

For the week of August 10, 2003, he wrote for Pisces:


"Anger or bitterness toward those who have hurt you will block your path to higher ground," said inspirational author Vernon Howard. "You can have anger toward people or you can have freedom from people, but you can't have both." I suggest you make that one of your guiding thoughts in the coming week, Pisces. An undreamed-of burst of liberation is now possible for you if you compel yourself to experiment with radical generosity on the wild frontiers of forgiveness.
The wild frontiers of forgiveness, what? I’m Irish, we grudge. Don’t suggest that I change, damnit. I’m not in a mood to forgive, but I was overwhelmed by emotion this past weekend. It was my deep seeded wanderlust creeping out during the drive. It was my soundtrack that I pulled together from Sting’s Fields of Gold, to Sheryl Crow’s C’mon, C’mon, from Rob Thomas’s Something to Be to Madonna’s Bedtime Stories. It was in enveloped in the religious ritual of the weekend. It was part and parcel of a family function.

During the past year, folks randomly have said "Dude, you’ve got to let it go" and I was offended. I felt that they assumed that I was holding on to my anger as if it were security blanket or a swimmie to keep me afloat. For me anger is a part of the fabric of my being and if you don’t know that about me, you don’t know me. However my emotions vary in tensile strength and some last briefly before they snap or others last longer and worn away with time and actions. Some of my angrier feelings have been weakening and they have frayed. I should at least meet Howard and Brezsny part of the way and slough off the anger emotions that have snaped and clean off the rough edges of the fabric and strength wherever there are holes.

This idea of my songline in the key of E flat minor, this is all about self-discovery which never ends.

I can remove my anger, I just don't have to forgive.

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