It's All About Soul

“Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na it’s all about soul.”  The quoted language derives from the song It’s All About Soul performed by Billy Joel.  I’m spinning it in our direction.  It’s all about soul and the strength to overcome the barriers. “She waits for me at night.  She waits for me in silence. She gives me all her kindness.  So fare she hasn’t run. Although I swear she’s had her moments. She still believes in miracles.”

“It’s all about faith and deeper devotion… She’s got to be strong ‘cause so many things get out of control.”

“There are people who have lost every trace of human kindness.  There are many who have fallen.  There are some who still survive… She comes to me at night. She tell me her desires.  She gives me all the love I need to keep my faith alive.”

Corollaries abound, meanings assume duality – the obvious and the subtle.  We toughen as we become more deeply steeped in our true gender whether male to female or female to male.  Quaint sayings like “anything worth having is worth working for” ring hollow.  True dat.  But there is plenty of distance between here and there.  I have my emotional ups and downs.  I try to confine the downs to private times.  The up times don’t give the downs opportunity to ruin the mood.  Positivity does yield to the dark side enough to weaken the down side’s push for center stage.  Down times aren’t always bad.  Emptying the emotional reservoir can be therapeutic.  Tears can wash away pain and anxiety.  Tell me you haven’t cried and I’ll suggest to allow your inner spring to unwind before it pops.

Sometimes we lose empathy, human kindness frittered away like so many grains of sand in the hourglass of life.  We’ve got to capture those grains.  They are seeds that need to be planted, nurtured and watered with words and actions.  We can’t afford to harden our heart.  A hard heart becomes our Bastille.  Do you want to imprison yourself – self-inflicted wounds hurt the most.  We should protect ourselves by not allowing others to adversely impact the way we perceive things. 

I’m not preaching.  I’m professing and confessing my lapses and sharing my feelings as a result of those failings.  Call this blog my confessional.  Write it, read it and correct as appropriate.  Course corrections are constant.  There’s no such thing as autopilot in life unless you want to delegate outcomes to others.  Your life, your call.

I hope my words cause you to reflect – circumspection.  May you find wisdom somewhere in these missives.  Tell me if you find value in these posts.  It’s important to know I can touch you and help you navigate – to encourage you from the eddy and cautiously into the main body of life.

Have a wonderful day.

Love and hugs, Nikki DeCaro