Care to join me around the Bonnywood campfire once again? Of course you do, or you wouldn’t have stopped by to see what’s going on. But before you plop your ass down, be sure to squeeze out the seat cushion. It’s been raining for the last few hours here and things are a bit moist, and I would assume that most of you are not interested in a wet tushy. Unless that’s your thing. There’s no judgment here at The Manor. So, settle in, make sure your beverage of choice is topped off, and let’s chat and do a bit of sharing.
The rain makes me pensive, always has. I suppose it goes back my childhood, when I was the odd duck in a family of conservative sheep. They didn’t get me and I didn’t get them, and I just wanted to be outside, away, playing on my own in some random bit of the woods where I could be me whilst no one was watching. Rain hampered my temporary escapes, forcing me to stay inside, where I would flop on my bed and dream of better. There’s nothing quite like feeling completely alone in a house full of people.
Which leads me to tonight’s first video. Josh Groban has shared in interviews that this song is, in part, about loneliness but also about the importance of finding your answers within.
I did eventually, and permanently, escape the House of Unforgiving Sheep as well as Tulsa, the House of Unrepentant Racism. In hindsight (such a nasty bugger that is, Mr. Hindsight), I didn’t plan my escape very well. I simply got fed up one day, dropped out of college, packed up my meager belongings and fled to Dallas. My conception at the time was that Dallas was a huge metropolis, compared to Tulsa, so surely there would be more acceptance of odd ducks.
I was mostly wrong, and this move proved to be the first in a series of poor choices on my part, choices that compounded over the years until suddenly (or so it seems) decades had flown by and I really hadn’t done anything I really wanted to do. (Sound familiar to some of you? Sure it does.) And this reflection is the trigger for our next video…
But despite the crap-fest that Dallas proved to be, located as it is in the state of Texas, where much of the citizenry has the compassion of a bitter walnut, I managed to find pockets of like-minded souls fighting for change. This strengthened my political activism, an inclination that was budding in Tulsa but fully blossomed in Dallas. Decent people can make a difference, but it can be a difficult and frustrating journey. Still, I accepted the challenge and I’ve never looked back. I will always fight for the odd ducks, in whatever manner I can. And one of those manners involves poking a stick at unqualified, worthless politicians. Which leads to the next video…
Speaking of standing up and claiming your right to be yourself, I’m jumping right to the next video. In case your weren’t aware, June is Pride Month, and although this song from George Michael was not his “official” coming out (that didn’t happen until years later), if you were willing to listen to the words with an open mind, the message was very clear.
“I think there’s something you should know
I think it’s time I told you so
There’s something deep inside of me
There’s someone else I’ve got to be.”
To wrap things up, let’s end with a cover version of a song that is very apt in this confusing, frustrating, challenging time of a poorly-managed pandemic and riots over police violence and a vindictive, clueless president who would gas peaceful citizens just so he can hold up a book he’s never read. Jordan Rabjohn and his mother, Sharon, have some considerable buzz after appearing on “X Factor”. Jordan is splendid. But when his mother chimes in? Holy Cow. Just listen.
Categories: The Journey