Between the worlds of men and make believe…

I’m having a lovely, quiet Saturday. I had a photo ready for my Instagram World Series skeleton post, and we’ll be watching the game tonight. Part of the fun of that is how out of character watching and enjoying baseball is for me–and how it would surprise the men of my past who loved this game I wanted nothing to do with.

This morning into afternoon, I’ve been writing and, on writing breaks, coloring, and through it all, listening to the four CDs that are part of a Dan Fogelberg collection. This music takes me to so many past times and relationships that make me feel good when I think of them. I suspect it’s because not a single one of the men I loved or who broke my heart, or any who tried to shape, change, or control me, are connected in any way to Dan Fogelberg. I know there was a friend who also loved his music and with whom I used to talk about him. It could have been another Becky who was a year behind me in high school but really became my friend a few years later. I held her in high esteem, and she was a good confidante and advisor to me many times. I also shared his music with my mother because she loved his song “Run For the Roses” so much. It was on the slideshow CD I made to play at the gathering after her memorial service.

The title of this post is from Dan Fogelberg’s song “Scarecrow’s Dream,” which I’ve always said is the song that describes my life and who I am.

5 thoughts on “Between the worlds of men and make believe…”

  1. Yesterday a man came in wearing a Tom Petty tshirt. I told him it was a secret but Tom Petty wrote the song Wildflowers for me. He said he could believe it and it was a beautiful song. It makes me cry now because I never got to go to sea

    1. You’re alive. The sea is still there, and you can still go to it. That concept works perfectly with the phrase on the finished coloring page that’s part of this week’s Button Sunday.

      1. As you know lately I have been feeling very far away from the wildflowers and I used to feel I was one of them. A wild little daisy. I hope I feel like that again. Sorry to sad up your entry… but musicctouches me. It touches me HARD.

        1. I’m sorry that your life is so challenging and how things that once made you happy only make you sad now. I hope one day you’ll know happiness again.

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