My wife is in Mexico doing Anthropology research for the next six weeks. I miss her terribly, and the loneliness pushes me to reach out, presently in the form of this sentence. Today I helped a friend move all his stuff from one house to another. It was exhausting, yet satisfying on many levels. After getting him squared away with all the heavy furniture, I had to head back home because my boss had called me into work. I teach teenagers how to cope with addiction and other psychological problems. I had planned to lead a discussion about “self-centeredness” tonight, but a co-worker called and offered to work the shift for me at the last minute. I was happy to accept, and so I grabbed my guitar and jammed awhile instead.
I’m incredibly self-centered, especially when it comes to my “free time.” I agonized over the thought that I was going to spend my precious day off lugging someone else’s furniture around. Then when my boss called me into work, I could only shake my head in disgust. Giving up my “me time” for a friend and eightteen teenaged drug addicts? Not an easy pill for me to swallow. But the truth is, I had a good time helping my friend out. And I enjoy teaching, especially when I can draw on my personal experiences and help myself find clarity in the process of helping others.
So, with a lonely heart and thoughts about self-centeredness sparking through the axons and dendrites, I picked up my guitar and was visited by a short, simple tune, which I quickly recorded and now offer up to those with ears and powerful computers.
Tell me your secret
How long have you been weightless?
Don’t let me keep it
You know I’ll only waste it.
Don’t look away
I’m so afraid that you’re not really here.
Don’t walk away
I’m so afraid that you might disappear.