Dumb

We all sail our ships across a dangerous sea, steering into the wind, reading the maps on others faces to steer clear of the rocks. Occasionally we crash into the rocks and are saved by passing friends, or we go down all hands with no hope. Clinging to the rocks of life, waiting for some distant light to spell the arrival of help. Sometimes it comes and sometimes it doesn’t.

In this stormy weather it is easy to lose your bearings, lose sight of the horizon, or even sail inadvertently into the doldrums, left to drift for what seems like an eternity all alone. We all need help now and then, and being the saviour can be an inspiring feeling. But it too has it dangers, where the genuine offer of help is mistaken for other motives. Approaching lights mistaken for enemy vessels.

I will never profess to understand people as much as some others do. I seem to go crashing about the place being myself no realising what is occurring around me.

Dumb dumb dumb.

Song for today has a beautiful guitar opening into a Jazz riff, all lounge-lizardy, and then the cutting lyric creeps in under Paul Heaton’s almost whispered voice.

‘Either you are simply Beautiful, or I am simply dumb’

Dumb by the Beautiful South. Let it wash like waves over you.