A thought du jour, my daily breath includes collected and conceived observations, questions of life, fortune cookie philosophies, reminders, messages of peace and simplicity, unsolicited advice, inspirations, quotes and words that got me thinking.
They may get you thinking too . . .
How do we choose to travel? What is reliable in the rain? What is our ultimate destination, for this time, this journey, or this day? We move at the speed of life. Depending on traffic, others may chose to follow your path, but not your direction.
No time for a summer friend No time for the love you send Seasons change and so did I You need not wonder why You need not wonder why There’s no time left for you No time left for you
No Time Bachman/CummingsThe Guess Who
Every year, about this time, this song plays in my head. Every year. It comes with the season, autumn, when change happens quickly. A couple of cool nights, and the world is awash with colour. It’s short lived, and though the season may last a while, all the vibrancy of life we have enjoyed over the past months seems to run out. The rain becomes cooler, the winds become harsh, and the world becomes grey and vacant. Seasons change, and so did I. I was about 10 years old when I first heard this song. At that time The Guess Who were big, not just by Canadian standards, but on a worldwide scale. They were bigger than a bunch of Winnipeg boys could ever have imagined. I grew up about two hours down the highway from Winnipeg, and we heard a lot of the band’s ‘Wheatfield Soul’ on the radio while growing up. I had the records. Seasons change and so did I. I am still growing up. The song keeps playing, melodic, timeless, and real. No Time is just one of the many hits from the songwriting duo of Randy Bachman and Burton Cummings, and it might not even be my favorite song from the group, but it is the one that comes to me year after year. The lyrics hit me, in this season, more than any other time, and they hit me in a different way, every year, as I grow older. There are few songs (from this band, or otherwise) that can do this, this consistently, after more than four decades. Seasons change and so did I. I have. I continue to change, each season, every year. It is songs like this that remind us of the seasons of our lives, and how we have changed, how our lives are altered, and how, surely, we will continue to change. You need not wonder why. j.g.l.