Before, life seemed to be one great big jumbled mess, where highs and lows were nearly indistinguishable, mostly because, well, things were a mess and the highs (if there were any) were cloudy, shrouded with ambiguity and certain to take a turn for the worse. I'm talking a long time ago, when I didn't know any better, when I took what came because that's what I knew and because I had no choice in the matter.
But step by step I've come to know more, to know better, to be able to reason and pick apart the good from the bad and steer my course in the direction of the former, toward what feels right, and soothing to the soul.
Since this change in practice, the contrast in light and dark becomes so much more easy to detect, especially when they are juxtaposed, one right practically on top of the other.
Last night he had our full attention. This son of a bluegrass legend, a former Grand Old Opry guest, a traveler, wanderer, a hall-of-famer, this humble son who said he only could pick out a few tunes had us spellbound and in awe and fully entertained for an evening in our living room. A special, unexpected gift.
But just as life seems so right, so right now, new, fresh, forward-moving and free, I am reminded that I have chains to the past. It only takes a phonecall. However, this un-jumbled life is so much more clear. It's easy to see which road to take, which way my heart naturally now needs to go. It's home, and this is where I'll stay.