I’m not going to be long with today’s post; I really could, but I feel awful from COVID shot #4 that I got yesterday.
Sometimes I hear music that I’ve never heard before, and I just think, “Heavenly God, this is the best music I’ve ever heard in my life.” That happened today when I heard the new Bob Dylan box set that was released this week. Obviously, I’m familiar with most of the songs (there are a lot on this release), but the arrangements for a big band are just amazing.
Honestly, I never really listened to “Shelter from the Storm” too many times; I mean, I was familiar with it. Now, I have this version on constant loop. This is the type of music that I’d rave about on a blog post, even though I feel like hot death right now. If you are reading this: listen to it. I can’t imagine writing a song this good; it’s pretty unbelievable.
There’s a line that reminds me of something that recently happened, when I was headed for the door, everything I had worked for this year packed in bags, just before it was starting to come to fruition.
Right there, in front of me, was the vocational counselor, who talked me down from my little hissy fit ledge. I won’t get into how positively delightful she is, but she said, “I’m going to break the rules and give you a hug, and tell you to stay.” This is the counselor I called from my panic attacks at my short-lived job as a retail worker, and she guided me back to mental safety.
Anyway, I’ll just put the line, and then I’ll take some Tylenol and go to bed.
“She walked up to me so gracefully, and she took my crown of thorns.”
