It's just an old, beat up truck Some say that I should trade up Now that I got some jangle in my pocket But what they don't understand Is it's the miles that make a man I wouldn't trade that thing for a rocket What they don't know is my dad and me We drove her out to Tennessee She's still here, now, he's gone So I hold on It's just an old, beat up box It's rusty strings across the top It probably don't look like much to you But these dents and scratches in the wood Yeah, that's what makes it sound so good To me, it's better than brand new You see, this here flat top guitar It's had my back in a million bars Singing every country song So I hold on To the things I believe in My faith, your love, our freedom To the things I can count on To keep me going strong Yeah, I hold on – James Brett, Dierks Bentley
Hold on. The dream is coming. Our hearts gave us this dream to realize, to work toward, to hold tight within, to lead ourselves toward on a daily basis. Yes, there have been glitches, perhaps the dream has been long in coming. Yet, we hold on. What else can we do? We try very hard to make sure we are living spiritual lives. We try hard to be positive, hold our head up, yet every day we seem to be beat down by life. A story that I heard years ago, I’m not even sure from where, is one I have always held close into my heart. There were 2 sisters. One sister was a woman of great faith, belief in her faith system. The other sibling was a raging alcoholic, with many emotional problems. She was angry, rebellious, something even mean to her sweet sister. The loving sister never paid any mind. She still took her sad sister food, held her as she cried, listened when she raged, while the other sister just seemed to get worse. Every Sunday on her way to her worship, Faithful Sister stopped by to ask the discouraged sister to go with her to the temple. Of course, she wouldn’t go. The Gods had never loved her, cared for her, didn’t the woman realize that the gods do not care. Yet over 10 years, yes, 10 long years, every Sunday, every day, her loving sister friend kept holding on. One Sunday, holding hands, both sisters walked into temple. Both were glowing with love, light. Both were clean, shining, walking in with huge smiles to sit on the front row. All the dreams realized because one sister decided to hold on.
Animal totems: Rabbit: In the ancient days, long before the reformers came, rabbit walked on 2 legs like people. He had a close friendship with witch, the wise one, the magician of the tribe. Yet although many good things were happening in his life, he started to be afraid, doubt her friendship, her gifts. She felt this pulling away, was upset. So now rabbit hides often in the bushes,not opening up to receive the given gifts. Rabbit is the totem of teaching us to accept change, to hold on to the dream, moving forward in leaps and bounds toward good things. Do not be afraid to believe in the dream.
I am off this am to take my mother to her worship service. I will return this evening as usual. May the fairies dance around each of us today. Love ya, Me, Cherokee, Cidro, Frankiecapone, Sugar Fortune Cookie, T and the sweet spirit of Bob and Bets.