Exactly one year ago today I posted this one. Back then, I called it, “Where The Streets Have No Name . . . ” I hope that you enjoy it . . . and find your freedom.
U2, my favorite rock band in history. Not just because of the great hooks, brilliant melodies, and the mesmerizing guitar work of The Edge, but more because of their unflinching idealism and romanticism.
They were hitting their stride during some of the most challenging times of my life; times of life and death…of killing, and hoping not to be killed. I was a fan before then, though, of albums like “Boy,” and “War.” All of that aside, just think about it…Where The Streets Have No Name.
Here are the words:
I want to run…
I want to hide…
I want to tear down the walls that hold me inside.
I want to reach out, and touch the flame…
where the streets have no name.
So powerful, so appealing…such a feeling of release.
What happens where the “streets have no name?” You no longer have a “definition;” you are FREE – not confined to a category.
You are not “this,” or “that;” you are simply free. The Spirit soars like the hawks that are my constant companions.
May you experience this freedom, in its fullness, this holiday, and every day from this day forward.
Many Blessings To All…