Stop and smell the roses
Ξ January 28th, 2008 | → | ∇ Whatever |
Dialog Thirty Eight.
Somebody told me to stop and smell the roses the other day. It really made me think about things a great deal. Not superficial shit but things like: Where I am in life now, how much success the band is experiencing and what’s to come, my son and his needs, my aging parents, and so on. Coincidentally, Michael (swamp gtr) & Tina had given me a book for my birthday entitled “The Secret”. Well some of you I’m sure have read the book or seen the movie. If you haven’t, I strongly suggest that you do so. The Secret is about harnessing the laws of attraction to, in essence, manifest your good will. The thought training is the hardest part. My point here is that stopping to smell the roses had a larger impact on me due to understanding and utilizing the laws of attraction. So anyway… I did stop to smell the roses. I can tell you that I am very happy in life. I am excited about the new album tracks hitting in a couple weeks. I love my son and therefore know true love. I am excited for my son as he steps into the adult word with a dream of his own to follow. I am grateful for everything I have received. I can hold my chin up and smile as I look into the eyes of my friends and colleagues as a trusted and true person. So I’m thinking hey, this smell the rose’s thing is pretty cool, can you smoke ‘em!! LOL!
So now you kind of see where my head is tonight. I have been meaning to and really need to blog about the great things happening in the Swamp. But hype is as hype does, Right? You will get plenty of that out of me as we blog on, trust me!
I live in the country a few miles outside of Mount Holly, NC. It’s an 18 acre spread only 5 miles from the interstate, 20 minutes to the city but full on country setting with the thick woods and distant neighbors armed with 12 ga shotguns!! So it’s convenient to both worlds, city life and country living. I spent my childhood in the country. I was raised in a small one horse town called Pine Level in North Carolina. That’s where I spent my summers in tobacco fields until I was 16 and old enough to drive. Well the driving privilege only lasted a couple months before my dumb ass lost them for being a renegade. But now getting back the grateful thing, that’s when I picked up the guitar. So I am grateful to have lost my license then. Man is I wondering or what!
So you see or I see from just what’s coming out on this paper that I am feeling thankful for what I have and grateful for what’s to come.
I guess I will round this blog up now without bludgeoning into more sappy reasons why I love the country and have smelled the roses with a thought for you;
I sometimes forget what I’m wishing for, sometimes I know
And sometimes I know what I’m missing, sometimes I don’t
And sometimes I ask for forgiveness.
Don’t we all?
Thank you for being a part of my reality!
As always I remain truly yours,
Gig
In a Final Note:
Run Forest Run! Forget what you’re running from and remember what you’re running to.
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