Sunday, March 20, 2011
♥ Thunderclouds have their lightning
CORNER OF THE SKY - PIPPIN
So I found my Kid's Performing file again, and I've been reading Glass Mask, and I must say these two things have just made me yearn for that experience with The Arts again. Watching Make it or Break it doesn't help much either.
And yesterday the message was "Gifted to Serve". Each of us have a gift, and we all need to use that gift.
I remember when I was a kid I used to love singing, I used to love acting, heck - I used to love dancing. I loved writing - drawing, even.. Remember when I practiced week after week for When I Grow Up? Remember when I went for singing lessons twice a week? Remember when I used to google how to draw (fill in the blank)? When I'd write books, in the train in Europe, I happen to remember. Or the zhongruan.
I miss that. All of that. I’d love to go for those lessons again, but is it too late to start again? I can’t act. I can’t sing. I can’t draw. I can’t write either. I’m just not good at these. I’d like to get better, sure, but is it too late? The one thing that I could do – math – I’m not excelling at anymore.
[PIPPIN]
Everything has its season
Everything has its time
Show me a reason and I'll soon show you a rhyme
Cats fit on the windowsill
Children fit in the snow
Why do I feel I don't fit in anywhere I go?
Rivers belong where they can ramble
Eagles belong where they can fly
I've got to be where my spirit can run free
Got to find my corner of the sky
Every man has his daydreams
Every man has his goal
People like the way dreams have
Of sticking to the soul
Thunderclouds have their lightning
Nightingales have their song
And don't you see I want my life to be
Something more than long....
Rivers belong where they can ramble
Eagles belong where they can fly
I've got to be where my spirit can run free
Got to find my corner of the sky
So many men seem destined
To settle for something small
But I won't rest until I know I'll have it all
So don't ask where I'm going
Just listen when I'm gone
And far away you'll hear me singing
Softly to the dawn:
Rivers belong where they can ramble
Eagles belong where they can fly
I've got to be where my spirit can run free
Got to find my corner of the sky
So I found my Kid's Performing file again, and I've been reading Glass Mask, and I must say these two things have just made me yearn for that experience with The Arts again. Watching Make it or Break it doesn't help much either.
And yesterday the message was "Gifted to Serve". Each of us have a gift, and we all need to use that gift.
I remember when I was a kid I used to love singing, I used to love acting, heck - I used to love dancing. I loved writing - drawing, even.. Remember when I practiced week after week for When I Grow Up? Remember when I went for singing lessons twice a week? Remember when I used to google how to draw (fill in the blank)? When I'd write books, in the train in Europe, I happen to remember. Or the zhongruan.
I miss that. All of that. I’d love to go for those lessons again, but is it too late to start again? I can’t act. I can’t sing. I can’t draw. I can’t write either. I’m just not good at these. I’d like to get better, sure, but is it too late? The one thing that I could do – math – I’m not excelling at anymore.
So what is my gift? No idea.
Got to find my corner of the sky
5:56 AM
