Way, way back when, if you’re old enough, you may remember a song called Old Man River. It was about the tribulations of being black, specifically in the south in the days of Jim Crow. It has these lines: “I get so weary and sick of trying./ I’m tired of living but I’m scared of dying.” Feel familiar?
The song is from a show. The character who performs the song, his life is hard. It’s dangerous. He may not live long enough to become a geezer. But if he does, will he remain scared to the end? Or will the fear give way to something else?
How about you? Are you feeling relief that the long journey’s almost over? Are you feeling deep sadness for all you’ll leave behind? Are you feeling excitement to be entering the unknown, for the adventure of it? Are you feeling a mix of all these things with still a residue of fear to spice up the brew?
How are you feeding your soul here on the homestretch?
I guess we're all heading to the unknown John... my mother came to me in a dream a short time after she died ..she said, it's ok Jimmy, I'm just behind the door.
I guess we're all heading to the unknown John... my mother came to me in a dream a short time after she died ..she said, it's ok Jimmy, I'm just behind the door.
With love.
Jimmy.