Shell

This morning I've been seeing a lot of blog posts about Easter and new beginnings and all things eggs. It reminded me of something my husband wrote last year right about this time and I wanted to share it here. I think it might be perfect timing.

Shell

Written by Elliott Park on April 12, 2010

Just thinking the other day… if it seems like the walls are closing in on you – tighter each day. If you feel completely alone. If you’re tired of waking up from bright dreams only to find your nose against the same black, immovable wall. If you’re yearning to feel the Sun on your face, but every day is the same – just a black hard wall between you and happiness. Maybe you should just… peck.

I’ve spent a lot of restless nights wondering what this whole music thing will lead to. Whom should I network with? What kind of music should I write? Am I too old? Is it too late? Are the walls of my age closing in? Will the world ever hear the songs I once thought destined for the multitudes? I gotta say, I’ve gotten myself in a tizzy or two about the whole silly thing.

Back in January or so, God whispered something to me… just sing. So now I’m singing. Wherever I can and whenever I can: Munday Chamber of Commerce, Clyde Woman’s Club, Abilene Credit Union banquet… you want me to sing? I’m there. And two really cool things are happening: I’m enjoying it, AND I’m seeing a sincere reaction in people. Eureka! That’s what this is about – touching people.

So let me pull this all together. I’m a songwriter and that’s what I do. So I was out gathering eggs the other day and thought of the aforementioned picture of a hatchling chick. And it has dawned on me over these past few days – sometimes what seems like a cursed barrier to a destiny is really the protective shell of incubation. And if it feels like the walls are closing in on you, maybe it’s just you out-growing your walls. Thank you God for YOUR timing.

I’m no spring chicken. If I were, I guess I’d peck. But as it is… I’ll sing. Sing my way right out of this shell.