Recently I have been into podcasts. It's a way to find out crazy information about people, places and stuff!
Example - I now know who George Lawrence Price is. If that name doesn't sound familiar, try finding out who he is, without google-ing his name. Hint: ask older generations.
One podcast that I have been enjoying is Vinyl Cafe Stories. The best way to describe it- Prairie Home Company but for Canada.
I was listening to a fantastic story about a son who played the bag pipes for his father at the grave site of his father. [son-father-grandfather] Playing the pipes had been a tradition handed down through the generations and as a gift on a trip to the grandfathers grave site, the son decided the best way to honor the generations was to surprise his father by playing the bag pipes.
I am not making it sound as romantic as the way the story had been told but my point is simple- I had a moment.
As I was listening to the story I suddenly became aware of wanting to become 'new wine skin'. I felt deep within that in order for me to become the most beautiful full person I could become, I needed to crawl out of this old wine skin and become new. And as I sat there picturing myself crawling and becoming new I was struck with the sad realization that I could never do that. And that deep lump in the back of my throat that swells when I hear about tragedy, took its residence and never left. My gradual progression of thought was lost for a few minutes leading to the discovery of one simple truth in the form of hope.
My thought "I hope all of this is true?!"
Everything I have heard, taught and believe deep within...I hope that is true. Because if not, the tragic lump that sits in the back of my throat...I'm afraid will never leave.
*In all honesty this is my sleeve...tread lightly*
