"I am in repair. I am in repair."
"Stood on the corner for a while. To wait for the wind to go down on me. Hoping it takes with it my old ways. And brings some brand new luck upon me. Oh, it's taking so long. I could be wrong. I could be ready. Oh, but if I take my heart's advice I should assume it's still unsteady."
"I am in repair. I am in repair."
"And now I'm walking in the park. And all of the birds...they dance below me. Maybe when things turn green again it will be good to say you know me. Oh, it's taken so long. I could be wrong. I could be ready. Oh, and if I take my hearts advice. I should assume it's still unsteady."
"I'm never really ready. I'm never really ready. I'm in repair...I'm not together but I'm getting there. I'm in repair...I'm not together but I'm getting there. I'm in repair...I'm not together but I'm getting there. I'm in repair...I'm not together but I'm getting there. I'm in repair...I'm not together but I'm getting there. ~John Mayer
While listening to my buddy, John Mayer, the other morning I had one of those "ahaaa" moments. I have listened to this particular song many a time but maybe since I was wearing headphones and the volume was pretty high I could actually make out each individual lyric. I'm not sure what I thought Johnny had been crooning to me all these months while listening but this time the words just seemed to jump out to me...maybe I needed to really hear them, maybe my q-tips were working that day...whatever. At any particular moment in time we're all trying to repair ourselves in some way...working to shed a few unwanted pounds, attempting to clear our minds of negativity, or trying to mend a broken heart. With unbelievable pride I have witnessed my closest friend work so hard to repair herself this summer...by building stronger relationships based on mutual respect, by exploring her spirituality more deeply, by venturing into unknown territory with joyous confidence, by spreading her infectious charm and wit to those lucky enough to call her friend. I feel so very, very privileged to bear witness as she continues to pull out her very special toolbox (I picture it as a soft shade of green with cool black/white photos decoupaged on the outside) from deep inside herself and is making the necessary repairs. She seems to be able to find the handiest tools more readily these days...they aren't piled under useless junk or unable to be located. And I so hope and pray that although her heart may not be completely fixed...she's getting there.
And it's sooooo good to know her.
