My subconscious has presented another blast from the past, this one from even further back.
I'm sharing it for several reasons:
-it was an anthem of hope and freedom in a more innocent time, not only in my own life but in the life of this society;
-it corresponds closely to what I feel [viz. the chorus and final verse; note, these may not be 100% accurate lyrics, but they are the lyrics as I remember them, which is what my subconscious has held onto].
most importantly, this is a classic event in recovery.
When you 'strike oil', doing this work, you almot inevitably tap a gusher of memories. This includes emotional memories [which for many of us are stored in music or poetry].
If you're lucky, they'll be positive and/or freeing. If, on the other hand, you feel profound sorrow, a sense of mourning, any kind of fear or apprehension, and this is prolonged or intense enough to be a distraction or hindrance, don't hesitate to consult someone qualified to help.
My personal recommendation is usually either a good clinical psychologist or a good MSW, LCSW, or LCSW-C, simply because they are best trained to deal with the actual events and emotions that arise in these situations. They will also know how to offer and utilize medication, if and when it is needed, as an assist rather than a damper. This can help you navigate difficult passages rather than simply closing them off.
There is no shame in hiring a guide [or carrying oxygen] when you are climbing Everest. It can save you from wasting your best self in a desperate, hopeless pretense that there is no mountain there.
That being said, let us now get down and funky.
Thank You [Falettinme Be Mice Elf Agin]
[Sly And The Family Stone, 1970]
Lookin' at the devil
Grinnin' at his gun;
Fingers start a-shakin',
I begin to run
Bullies start a-chasin',
I begin to stop
We begin to rassle,
I was on the top.
[I want to]
Thank you falettinme be mice elf agin;
Thank you falettinme be mice elf agin.
Starch all in m' collar,
Fuzzy in m' face;
Chit chat chatter 'bout it,
Stuck here in this place;
Thank you for the party,
But I could never stay
Many things is on my mind,
Words is in the way...
[I want to]
Thank you falettinme be mice elf agin,
Thank you falettinme be mice elf agin.
Dance to the music,
All night long
Every day people
Sing a simple song
Mama so happy,
Mama start to cry
Papa still singin'
"You Can Make It If You Try"
[I want to]
Thank you falettinme be mice elf agin,
Thank you falettinme be mice elf agin.
Flamin' eyed people,
Fear burns into you;
Many men are missin' much,
And hatin' what they do;
Youth and truth are makin' love,
Take it from the start;
Dyin' young is hard to take,
But sellin' out is harder.
Thank you falettinme be mice elf agin,
[I want to]
Thank you falettinme be mice elf agin.
