by crystal daze » Tue May 19, 2020 5:31 pm
thanks F.C.
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Into My Arms
Dearest Nick,
I always thought of this song as a lullaby, a somnambulant prayer for a peaceful sleep… in the singer's arms of course. It’s so hard to let go of a lover, a child, an age. Time slows when this black beauty of a tune turns, and as I listen right now time is hardly breathing. I’m thinking for a moment I’m the darling that does believe in an interventionist God… and I’m looking for an intervention.
This lullaby eases people into deeper sleeps. You played it at Michael Hutchence’s funeral with the lights and the camera turned off. It doesn’t have to be dark to pray but the darkness can bring you there quicker. I know you know that.
Many years from this song's source you let us into your own family’s grief. Presently it feels like the whole world grieves because there are the lives being lost so unnecessarily to this covid-catastrophe, bringing the world to its knees. But there is another kind of death going on… The death of our innocence, and I’m personally fine with that. If innocence is the naivety that whispers everything is going to be ok and shields us from taking responsibility for our actions or inactions, then let’s replace that whisper with a shout of ‘Don’t agonise, organise!”
Richard Rohr is a Franciscan friar I’ve been reading… he runs a place out in the desert of New Mexico, it’s called the Centre for Action and Contemplation. I love that order of events.
Anyway…Thank you to your whole family for sharing whatever scraps of insights or rare earth discoveries you find on your daily dig for meaning after Arthur’s passing.
Red Hand Files is a fount for so many of us.
All I discovered is… there is no end to grief, that’s how we know there is no end to love.
Your fellow pligrim,
Bonio
There's times when I've been deeply indifferent