It was a year ago today I said goodbye to my mom for the last time. She wasn’t really able to talk but I was able to hold her hand and put my cheek to hers. It was a moment unlike probably any other I’ll ever have.

I remember cause it cut through a lot of things that had built up over the years that had impeded the kind of relationship I would have liked. It was all that I needed.

It’s still too soon to really asses what that loss means. I know I’ve not dealt with it the way that is required. Not because I haven’t tried. It’s just so high a mountain.

On the way back from home I listened to Born to Run straight through a few times. On Jungleland, “the poets down here don’t write nothin’ at all” and that rang true. Sometimes there’s nothing to say. You just “stand back and let it all be”.

I realize it’s kinda funny to quote the boss here instead of say scripture or something. I had a similar flinching feeling when I was writing songs about Will Rogers. Am I giving mortal men undue credit? My specific upbringing demanded I answer.

But I’ve become grateful for these little glimpses of the Devine. The Boss, Will Rogers, Annie Proulx, Michael Jordan, Joy Harjo, my Mom, etc all are kinda guideposts for me. I think that’s all you can ask for until you get the real thing. Whatever that is.

Others will have different guideposts and that’s a beautiful thing. Maybe we can share at some point.

I think it’s what @DavidDark means when he says life’s too short to pretend you’re not religious. You’re religious about SOMEthing.