Saturday, December 31, 2005

Happy New Years

I was saying at the castle, this year is the year of freedom. 2005 was definitely "interesting times". Fred said that he wouldn't mind a little boredom. Sometimes I agree and other times I think I wouldn't mind the march of freedom going on and on.

In the last four years, the world has shook, tyrants have trembled and men have walked free.

Chains were broken, both the invisible chains of tyranny and the chains that bound men to earth.

At the same time, this year has been heavy with loss. Over 841 mean and women have paid the price in uniform, with more injured. Thousands have died in tragic natural and man made catastrophes. Thousands more are still homeless and looking for their family members who they may never see again. Terrorism is still a threat.

Personally, this year has been one of loss and the year has not ended yet, still I am waiting to hear from my friend in Afghanistan and, today I wait as my 56 year old uncle (dad's brother, Vietnam Vet) who is once again in the hospital having suffered a massive stroke. I can't say his condition yet, but is critical. So, here I am again, waiting.

I was reading at Lex about his daughter and his record collection and the song I think struck a chord with me for this year:

"Carry On Wayward Son"

(Kerry Livgren)


Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond the illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreamin',
I can hear them say

Carry on my wayward son,
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Now don't you cry no more

Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, it surely
means that I don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune, but
I hear the voices say

Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
Now your life's no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you

Carry on my wayward son,
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Now don't you cry no more

I think I could use some boringness, too.

1 comment:

BillT said...



And may 2006 be as *pleasantly* eventful as possible--like, getting the first glassful outta the 'ritamatic!