The sun rises. Still no new music news from D’Arch.
I practice the mindfulness exercises I learned in my “Breaking the Cycle of Pop-Star Attachment” class and focus on how cold my feet are.
Things get frosty here under the bridge and my cardboard box shelter is getting a little shabby. The 163 Forevermore Expanded Edition CDs I stacked around the bottom as a foundation are starting to lose stability. And so am I.
“Cold feet” reminds me of “one foot in front of the other, no no no nothin’s gonna break my stride” and my moment of mindfulness is broken.
“Broken”… noooooooooooo … I run out into the woods and howl to the white pines to try and restore my zen.
I force myself to stay in the present moment. Keep my hands busy. Fashion a helmet to fend off signals from those seven new planets NASA discovered from my collection of bottle caps.
Stop the madness! I cry to myself, and the cluster of sparrows collecting in a nearby mulberry bush.
Focus on the birds. Breathe in. Breathe out. Admire the pattern of their feathers. The way they share the same branch so peacefully. The lovely tone of their birdsong.
Wait, is that the tune to Say Me??? Arghhhhhhh. IS THERE NO ESCAPE?!?
Maybe it’s time for drastic action. Time to move on. To stop feeling manipulated by a flurry of social media posts followed by the inevitable drought. To find more balance in my own life.
Yes, that’s it. I’ll take a social media break myself. Thank you, David, yes, that is the answer. Sure, I’d miss the actual album release in a few
days, weeks, months… and wouldn’t be able to buy any music online or share links to videos and such. But the blessed peace I’d feel, wouldn’t that make it all worth it? Maybe we should all follow David’s lead and go on a social-media detox.
Not ideal timing, but hey. So many raccoons to wrestle and snakes to play tag with.
Time to close my eyes again. Stretch toward the sky. Feel the icy breeze on my cheeks. And check IG one more time before I go.
I resist the temptation. Keep my mind in the moment.
I inhale slowly as the sun warms the tops of my ears. As I exhale, the bridge rattles with a rush of traffic and I hear a tinny car radio from the highway above.
“Life is a cabaret my friend. Life is a cabaret.”
A cab-a-ret. A cab. “Been two hours in a taxi cab.”
DANG YOU, ARCHULETA!
I kid, but this amazing song describes this whole process, just FYI. 🙂