It's a little after 1 AM on Monday morning. I was thinking about what to name my blog, and for some reason my mind returned to my freshman year of high school. It was the school play. Pippin is one of those super awesome 70s shows that makes you wonder why in the world we ever changed our ways and ditched the sweet dancing and amazing music. (That is said somewhat sarcastically...but sarcastically with love.)
Thus, for your enjoyment, and as a landmark first post, I figured I would throw up the lyrics to the song Corner of the Sky. For your enjoyment and understanding:
Everything has its season,
Everything has its time,
Show me a reason and I'll soon show you a rhyme.
Cats fit on the windowsill,
Children fit in the snow,
Why do I feel I don't fit in anywhere I go?
Rivers belong where they can ramble,
Eagles belong where they can fly,
I've got to be where my spirit can run free,
Got to find my corner of the sky.
Every man has his daydreams,
Every man has his goal,
People like the way dreams have
Of sticking to the soul.
Thunderclouds have their lightning,
Nightingales have their song,
And don't you see I want my life to be
Something more than long.
Rivers belong where they can ramble,
Eagles belong where they can fly,
I've got to be where my spirit can run free,
Got to find my corner of the sky.
So many men seem destined
To settle for something small,
But I won't rest until I know I'll have it all
So don't ask where I'm going
Just listen when I'm gone,
And far away you'll hear me singing
Softly to the dawn:
Rivers belong where they can ramble,
Eagles belong where they can fly,
I've got to be where my spirit can run free,
Got to find my corner of the sky.
Everything has its time,
Show me a reason and I'll soon show you a rhyme.
Cats fit on the windowsill,
Children fit in the snow,
Why do I feel I don't fit in anywhere I go?
Rivers belong where they can ramble,
Eagles belong where they can fly,
I've got to be where my spirit can run free,
Got to find my corner of the sky.
Every man has his daydreams,
Every man has his goal,
People like the way dreams have
Of sticking to the soul.
Thunderclouds have their lightning,
Nightingales have their song,
And don't you see I want my life to be
Something more than long.
Rivers belong where they can ramble,
Eagles belong where they can fly,
I've got to be where my spirit can run free,
Got to find my corner of the sky.
So many men seem destined
To settle for something small,
But I won't rest until I know I'll have it all
So don't ask where I'm going
Just listen when I'm gone,
And far away you'll hear me singing
Softly to the dawn:
Rivers belong where they can ramble,
Eagles belong where they can fly,
I've got to be where my spirit can run free,
Got to find my corner of the sky.
Now, admittedly, it's not Whitman, Eliot, or Dickinson, but while I was sitting in that auditorium and beginning the adventure that was called high school, the song meant a lot. And while the lyrics (yes, some of them ridiculous...cats fit on the windowsill, children fit in the snow what?!) may not receive national acclaim (although the Jackson 5 did a version, I believe, as did Diana Ross... weird) the message resonates.
I've been thinking a lot about this idea--about being your own person and about how finding your "corner of the sky" isn't as easy as the five minute song segue that Pippin sings. Which often leads me to thinking that my "corner" changes each and every day as I change, but the one thing that doesn't change is the fact that it is my corner and I'm happy with it.
So it's now a little after 1:30AM, and I'm wondering if this will make any kind of sense when I read it in the morning. If not, chalk it up to early morning delusions following a 12 hour work day and wait until July when I get my brain back from ABC and Derby Productions...
But a thought to end on: Do you know when it is that your spirit can really fly free? Well, I'm not 100% sure on this, but I'm thinking it has something to do with being completely comfortable, but not complacent, in your own skin. Then, shedding that comfortable skin for a bunch of feathers and wings, taking a leap of faith, and learning to soar.
I've been thinking a lot about this idea--about being your own person and about how finding your "corner of the sky" isn't as easy as the five minute song segue that Pippin sings. Which often leads me to thinking that my "corner" changes each and every day as I change, but the one thing that doesn't change is the fact that it is my corner and I'm happy with it.
So it's now a little after 1:30AM, and I'm wondering if this will make any kind of sense when I read it in the morning. If not, chalk it up to early morning delusions following a 12 hour work day and wait until July when I get my brain back from ABC and Derby Productions...
But a thought to end on: Do you know when it is that your spirit can really fly free? Well, I'm not 100% sure on this, but I'm thinking it has something to do with being completely comfortable, but not complacent, in your own skin. Then, shedding that comfortable skin for a bunch of feathers and wings, taking a leap of faith, and learning to soar.
