My Song

This song of mine will wind its music around you,
my child, like the fond arms of love.

The song of mine will touch your forehead
like a kiss of blessing.

When you are alone it will sit by your side and
whisper in your ear, when you are in the crowd
it will fence you about with aloofness.

My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams,
it will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown.

It will be like the faithful star overhead
when dark night is over your road.

My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes,
and will carry your sight into the heart of things.

And when my voice is silenced in death,
my song will speak in your living heart.

~Rabindranath Tagore

Lovers

Community; Thank You for Making Me Feel Like I Belong

Ho! / Hey! / Ho! / Hey!

Ho! / I’ve been trying to do it right / Hey! I’ve been living a lonely life / Ho! / I’ve been sleeping here instead / Hey! / I’ve been sleeping in my bed / Ho! / Sleeping in my bed / Hey! / Ho!

Ho! / So show me family / Hey! / All the blood that I would bleed / Ho! / I don’t know where I belong / Hey! / I don’t know where I went wrong / Ho! / But I can write a song Hey! / 1, 2, 3 / I belong with you, you belong with me / You’re my sweetheart / I belong with you / You belong with me / You’re my sweet / Ho!

Hey! / Ho! / Hey! Ho! / I don’t think you’re right for him / Hey! / Look at what it might have been if you / Ho! / Took a bus to China Town / Hey! / I’d be standing on Canal / Ho! / And Bowery / Hey! / Ho! / And she’d be standing next to me / Hey! / 1, 2, 3

I belong with you / You belong with me / You’re my sweetheart I belong with you / You belong with me / You’re my sweetheart Love ‒ we need it now / Let’s hope for some / So, we’re bleeding out  I belong with you / You belong with me / You’re my sweetheart / I belong with you / You belong with me /  You’re my sweet / Ho!

Hey! / Ho! / Hey!

The LumineersThe Lumineers

Belonging. What exactly does that mean? Some people have moments in their lives through an experience where they feel like they do belong, and some have found communities. Some have found it through love. Some still searching. I watched the Golden Globes the other night as did millions of other people. What interested me, what surprised me the most, was how the show had left me feeling. I felt validated by the end of the show. I realized, I was reminded, as people were giving their acceptance speeches once again that I am not alone. I learned that no matter what the amount of success is that one has, however you yourself defines’ success, that everyone struggles. That we all want to belong, to be accepted as much as anyone else. A consistent theme throughout the evening was, ‘Thank you for making me feel like I belong.’

Friends Holding HandsI have been having long conversations with close friends about feeling hopeless, feeling that their dreams won’t ever come true. That being seen for who they really are and what they have to offer to the arts will dissipate to nothing. I belong in that category too. So, what is it that we have to do to reach those goals. To make our hopes and dreams a reality. I come back to community.

Community for me isn’t the definition found while searching google; community for me is what I, what you make it. Who are the people that you trust? The ones you love most. Who is it in your life that would be there for you, who accepts you unconditionally for who you are? Who makes you feel light? Who makes you feel whole? Vulnerability is beautiful when in the right company. When you do figure it out – that is who your community is. Hold those people close. Be cautious. Protect your heart. They help us stay strong. They help us feel like we can conquer whatever it is that we need to conquer. When our hearts are broken, they are the ones who pick up the broken pieces. They take care of us. They know all our darkest secrets and love us more for it. True friendship, true companionship is a gift. Find it. Embrace it.

Holding HandsJessica Hinkson

 

Street Light

You Left Me There Under A Street Light Last Night / I Begged You Come Back / My Chest Air Tight / You Said / Baby It Ain’t That Easy For Me / I’m On My Own Road / Why Can’t You Just See / I Ain’t Open For Love / I’m Not Losing Me / So See / This Just Won’t Work / I’m Broken Inside / The Deep Part Of Me  / Gonna See The Mountains / Be Free / It Just Ain’t About You / My Heart Isn’t Free / I Said / Okay / I Said / I see / I Watched You Walk Away / Looked At The Street Light / I Said / Well, I Guess It’s Just You And Me /

Written By

Jessica Hinkson