William Shakespeare wasn’t the only one writing interesting things in the Elizabethan Era, back when codpieces and lace decoration were all the rage for grown men. Poet and clergyman George Herbert, while not as flowery as Shakespeare, also had some poetic things to say, especially this mighty metaphor.
I always liked the song Beautiful Day for its optimism and presence.
It’s a beautiful day. Don’t let it get away.
Sure, that’s the obvious takeaway and a great reminder that every day counts.
But the last part of the song has been inspiring me even more as I dig into a scary new skill, which I hope is the right kind of difficult for me: playing, singing, and eventually writing my own songs. 😱
What I really want is to do find my own voice. Literally.
Despite never considering myself a singer (and consistently receiving negative feedback whenever I have tried 😆) I am jumping into singing with the help of an expert music teacher who always sees the best possibilities.
And that’s half the journey.
Touch me, take me to that other place Reach me, I know I’m not a hopeless case
Which brings me to the best part of Beautiful Day: the last bit, the part about forgetting what you don’t have now and feeling your way, somehow, into the new.
What you don’t have, you don’t need it now What you don’t know, you can feel it somehow
Life imitates art. The Little Prince is narrated by a pilot who crash-lands his airplane. And sadly enough, the author himself crashed – and died – while flying an airplane in France a year after the novel’s publication.
But the author did enable his future, even under Nazi-occupied France. It just took some patience – The Little Prince was published in his home country only after liberation from the Nazis.
Mental Break Town 