The Soul Afraid of Dying

I arrived early at work and instead of going to my computer, I decided to treat myself to a coffee and an opportunity to read my book… it’s a wonderful cafe called Cafe Wander, in West George Street in Glasgow – do visit it if you get the chance as the staff will cheer you up.  I think they must shortlist on the basis of happiness and cheeriness!  Anyway, some regular customers were in and one of them had a hair cut since he was in, and that was commented on.  The guy next to him said HE had had a “hair grow”, and she commented on that as well, and after chatting for a while she said it was her day for giving out “tailored compliments.” I happened to look up and she said that she hadn’t spoken to me yet, but she really liked my necklace, and I knew she was totally genuine.  (We often have chats about our necklaces!) And before we knew it, we were all chatting and smiling.  What a great idea, and I passed it on and practised it a few times 😉

I’m reading a book… now there’s a surprise.  This one, I’m struggling with in terms of the thinking process.  The author says there is a set way to do her process and if it doesn’t work it’s because you aren’t answering the process, but in the examples I’ve read, it’s not as simple as just answering four questions; she explores the information a lot more and chunks up/chunks down, in NLP terms, to get to the root of the problem. I can see how powerful it is when she does it – and see why people get stuck when they do it themselves.

So I was sitting reading and thinking with my notebook, and working out an alternative thought for a certain belief I had on what protects me, and although a soundtrack was playing I hadn’t really noticed that until a certain song came on.  I couldn’t quite make out the words but knew they jogged a memory for me.  I loved the music but couldn’t figure out why they brought such a quick tear to my eye.  Until I googled the lyrics, and here they are.
Some say love it is a river
that drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razer
that leaves your soul to blead

Some say love it is a hunger
an endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
and you it’s only seed

It’s the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
It’s the dream afraid of wakingthat never takes the chance
It’s the one who won’t be taken
who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winterfar beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed
that with the sun’s love
in the spring
becomes the rose

(As sung by Bette Midler Music and Lyrics by Amanda McBroom)

I remember now.  It’s the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live. I’m learning…


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