A sunny and very windy Sunday morning here in Westminster. Reminds me of Chicago and the bitterly cold, windy days there. I’m trying to think of what to write this morning, and a song comes to mind.
I open iTunes and start playing the Moody Blues’ song “You Can Never Go Home” from their album “Every Good Boy Deserves Favour” and think maybe they got it wrong. You absolutely can go home again, especially in your thoughts.
“I don’t know what I’m searching for, I never have opened the door. Tomorrow might find me at last, turning my back on the past. But time will tell of stars that fell, a million years ago. Memories can never take you back, home, sweet home. You can never go home anymore. All my life, I never really knew me till today. Now I know why I’m just another step along the way …”
I think each of us never really knows our inner self until some epiphany occurs. I don’t think it matters how old we are when it happens. Some people are fortunate and figure it out when they are young; others (like me) are older and still searching. As I read more and more about different spiritual paths, it occurs to me that maybe this is all part of the journey.
So now, I reconsider the lyrics. Do they refer to the journey to enlightenment and not the earthly life we know at the moment? Using that interpretation, I think what they’re saying is that we don’t go back and relive past lives (unless we haven’t yet learned what we’re supposed to learn in this one). Yes, by the way, I believe in reincarnation.
Funny thing (and I think I have written about this before), when I was in my early teens in Chicago, I used to do yard work for a neighbor. Her son was away from home (don’t recall if it was college or the service), and she would invite me to lounge in her son’s chaise with headphones and listen to his albums. I remember being introduced to Santana and the Moody Blues there. I fell in love with the MBs. Now, all these years later, I’m finding entirely new meaning in their songs. I wonder if they had already attained what so many of us are still looking for. Based on some of their lyrics, it seems so.
Still trying to be mindful of everything around me. Trying to take the not-so-nice things in stride, whether it’s insanely awful drivers on the roads, random things getting messed up at home, or filing my taxes and learning the results are highly unfavorable. Everything happens for a reason, right?