Sing it Garth! Dance people, dance!
If you think I have sacrificed my musical aesthetic on the alter of New Country; sorry. Put my headphones on and hear the truth, that Bob Dylan, Cat Power, Bright Eyes, and Fat Freddy’s Drop still rule the airwaves, and Miles Davis is still my transcendental magic carpet (Kind of Blue).
I was reading a blog dedicated to Ignatian spirituality this morning and stumbled over Garth. It’s an odd spot to meet him. The point of the blog was that randomness and chaos are gifts. They serve to keep us in a state of faith, on our toes as we make the movements we were born for, staying in step with the spirit.
There is only One who knows how this chapter of cosmic history ends. Until it does, I will follow Him. Dance, people dance. And thanks for this Garth…
And now I’m glad I didn’t know
The way it all would end
The way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I’d of had to miss the dance
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