“Like a bird on the wire,

Like a drunk in a midnight choir

I have tried in my way to be free

Like a worm on a hook

Like a knight from some old

fashioned book

I have saved all my ribbons for thee

If I, if I  have been unkind

I hope that you can just let it

go  by

If I, if I have been untrue

I hope you know it was never to you

Like a baby, stillborn

Like a beast with his horn

I have torn everyone who

reached out for me

But I swear by this song

And by all that I have done

wrong

I will make it all up to thee…”

-Leonard Cohen, Bird On The Wire

Every afternoon, I sit down on my favorite chair and I take my hour of peace and meditation, of reflection and solitude. Usually, there are two dogs lying at my feet, sometimes three.

Maria is in her studio, or tonight, loving her Belly Dancing Zoom Class, a commitment of faith for her. I listen to music on my Iphone, using my ear pods so the outside world is screened out and I can think.

I almost always begin with a Leonard Cohen song, he is always calming and meaningful for me, he always has a message I need to hear.

Tonight, it came from the bird on a wire, one that comes right out of my soul: “Like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried in my way to be free.”

I have this idea that this is what we all want, but of course, I can’t speak for anyone else but me. It’s a beautiful line to reflect on, though.