What the fuck is up with this year? It’s becoming increasingly difficult to bounce back. Today, news of another friend passing. It seems impossible, right? Lorna “Doone” Hamilton died in an ATV accident on Thanksgiving. There is a wake for her this afternoon at the Casbah. I knew her though not well. She was a fan of Han’s Acoustic Duo and a friend to him. She was known for her involvement with the scene during the Beat Farmers days and in keeping the memory alive of that group’s lead singer, Country Dick Montana, a true San Diego legend.
It was comforting in a way to read that she was happy and in a good place in her life, as evidenced by her last blog post on her myspace page written on 11/9:
Karma came around and took me out to lunch.
I have never been more inspired, more at peace, more in love.
I find myself smiling all the time. Finding the good in people, the good in me.
I have hope that tomorrow will be even better than today.
Life is beautiful.
Finding joy in every day…..
So, here it is. Another message from the universe to make every day mean something. And so my petty annoyances, my selfish grievances, with people in general seem ridiculous and a waste of time. I put on my headphones to wash dishes and the song, “For a Dancer” was starting. How fitting. Another message from the universe.
For A Dancer written by Jackson Browne
Keep a fire burning in your eye Pay attention to the open sky You never know what will be coming down I don`t remember losing track of you You were always dancing in and out of view I must have thought you`d always be around Always keeping things real by playing the clown Now you`re nowhere to be found I don`t know what happens when people die Can`t seem to grasp it as hard as I try It`s like a song I can hear playing right in my ear That I can`t sing I can`t help listening And I can`t help feeling stupid standing `round Crying as they ease you down `Cause I know that you`d rather we were dancing Dancing our sorrow away (Right on dancing) No matter what fate chooses to play (There`s nothing you can do about it anyway) Just do the steps that you`ve been shown By everyone you`ve ever known Until the dance becomes your very own No matter how close to yours Another`s steps have grown In the end there is one dance you`ll do alone Keep a fire for the human race Let your prayers go drifting into space You never know what will be coming down Perhaps a better world is drawing near And just as easily it could all disappear Along with whatever meaning you might have found Don`t let the uncertainty turn you around (The world keeps turning around and around) Go on and make a joyful sound Into a dancer you have grown From a seed somebody else has thrown Go on ahead and throw some seeds of your own And somewhere between the time you arrive And the time you go May lie a reason you were alive But you`ll never know