{"id":1352,"date":"2017-06-16T16:34:58","date_gmt":"2017-06-16T20:34:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tamara.tedzplace.ca\/?p=1352"},"modified":"2017-06-16T16:34:58","modified_gmt":"2017-06-16T20:34:58","slug":"words-lyrics-can-openers-and-worms","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tamara.tedzplace.ca\/?p=1352","title":{"rendered":"words, lyrics, can openers and worms …"},"content":{"rendered":"

Today’s disclaimer:\u00a0 the opinions in the following are entirely my own,\u00a0 they are not meant to entice, enrage or accuse..\u00a0\u00a0 We each have our own stories and versions as such\u2026.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

I read once in a memoir of Nuala O\u2019Faolain, \u201cthat the children of an alcoholic never have arguments with each other because they\u2019re too afraid that starting anything will start everything, and it\u2019s true the nine of us, \u2026\u00a0 never argue.\u00a0 But things aren\u2019t cozy either.\u201d<\/em>
\nI read this several years ago,\u00a0 but it stays with me, I have a bookmark in the page and often these words, they come back, and have me thinking.<\/p>\n

Lately, I\u2019ve been listening to John Mayer ..
\nAmong other things, (Imelda May, Sturgill Simpson, Chris Stapleton, James Taylor) I\u2019ve had it on repeat for several days
\nAs I have mentioned before, it\u2019s lyrics that get me, the profound act of song writing, the putting together of words and emotions that somehow seem to connect hearts and minds.
\nOn this John Mayer album:\u00a0 The Search for Everything<\/em>, I keep getting caught by this song \u2013 In the Blood<\/strong>, and in particular by these lyrics:<\/p>\n

\u201cHow much like my brothers<\/em><\/span>
\n Do my brothers wanna be \u2026\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Hmm\u2026\u00a0\u00a0 families are interesting things,
\nAs it is, I have three brothers.
\nMy oldest brother, is wonderfully funny, he is loving and kind \u2013 he lives miles and miles away \u2013 and he with no internet, and me with no real use for the telephone.\u00a0 We haven\u2019t been in touch in many years. On my fridge there is a picture of him, probably about 12 yrs old, and I smile every time I look at it with very fond memories. Victims of distance and circumstance, I guess. \u00a0I miss him.<\/p>\n

My next older brother, well I guess you could say \u2018it\u2019s complicated\u2019, in which distance takes on a whole new meaning in choice. \u00a0 At one time I think we were great friends.\u00a0\u00a0 We hung around in the same circles, liked a lot of the same things, had many mutual friends. \u00a0When he went through great difficulty in his personal life, I supported him as best I could.\u00a0 \u00a0I always greatly admired him and the life he created for himself and his family, and I still do.\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0But we are not the same ..\u00a0 and that\u2019s ok.
\nFamily complications, have rendered us, in the words of today\u2019s social media \u2018not friends\u2019.\u00a0 His choice, not mine.\u00a0 The sad fall out of this I think is to the next generation – our kids who then in turn also, miss out. (my youngest, barely knows him) \u00a0 \u00a0 This is where \u2018our own versions of stories\u2019 most probably comes in, and I don\u2019t propose to speak for anyone else.\u00a0 All I can say is that this current state of \u2018not cozy either\u2019 is not of my choosing, but also not of my control, and so I just \u2026\u00a0\u00a0 let it be,
\nas it is\u2026<\/p>\n

My younger brother, ha!\u00a0 What to say, he is a fiercely intelligent, good-hearted, sometimes a little rough around the edges -do anything for you- Genuine, just-livin\u2019 a life – \u00a0kind of guy.\u00a0 He is astonishing in his knowledge, he is cultured \u2013 (in his own version of the term, or maybe it\u2019s mine\u2026 )\u00a0 he is raw, and he is real, and he is ..\u00a0\u00a0 just happily, I think – \u00a0himself.\u00a0 We have in some ways chosen very different roads to travel,\u00a0 but, I think \u00a0we have also come to kind of appreciate the places where our paths cross \u2013 where we have chosen to recognize each other as fellow travelling companions. We share a mutual fondness
\nfor words, and for respect,
\nand that makes me proud.<\/p>\n

I have a sister too, who lives an ocean away, also wonderfully intelligent, adaptable and creative, to whom I have always been very close.\u00a0 I don\u2019t know if someone would say that there are ways in which we are alike, but I do know there are ways in which we are different.\u00a0 We have, always supported and bolstered each other, and certainly stuck together when needed,\u00a0 and we
\nhave needed.
\nAs it is of late,\u00a0 I\u2019m not sure if we consider ourselves –\u00a0 friends,\u00a0 or just sisters.
\nI guess, you could say this one too,\u00a0 is complicated, the storied versions of this one,\u00a0 I am not sure of. Things just are,
\nas they are.
\nAnd again, families, are interesting things.<\/p>\n

in the background \u00a0John Mayer sings,\u00a0 and I
\nsing along,<\/p>\n

\u266a How much like my brothers
\n<\/em>\u00a0 Do my brothers wanna be
\n<\/em>\u00a0 Does a broken home
\n<\/em>\u00a0 Become another broken family
\n<\/em>\u00a0 Or will we be there for each other
\n<\/em>\u00a0 Like nobody ever could
\n<\/em>\u00a0 Will it wash out in the water
\n<\/em>\u00a0 Or is it always in the blood \u00a0\u266a<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Will we be there for each other
\nlike nobody ever could?<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t know ..<\/p>\n

I like to think we would
\nbut,
\nI don\u2019t know,<\/p>\n

makes me think
\nI guess,<\/p>\n

I just want more for my kids … \u00a0 \u00a0\u2665<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Today’s disclaimer:\u00a0 the opinions in the following are entirely my own,\u00a0 they are not meant to entice, enrage or accuse..\u00a0\u00a0 We each have our own stories and versions as such\u2026. I read once in a memoir of Nuala O\u2019Faolain, \u201cthat…
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