One of One

I’m nobody. No one you’ve heard of. As a man from the hills of arkansas I’ve rub shoulders and been friends with sports hero’s, world class merchants, a president and famous muscians. My personal feats, although respectable are not grand scale nor recognized on the world stage. Yet I wouldn’t try anyone’s fame and fortune for the life I’ve lead. If you can imagine being the most famous, blessed person in the world yet only being known to a small group and nameless otherwise thats me. Guess you could say I was famous without the fame. I had riches beyond belief yet never a fortune. I know that had my desires been to be in the spotlight it would have been. Had money meant more than the beauty of a sunset or opening a door for the elderly you would know me. I choose the path without bright light. I walked some of the same ground as Lucinda earlier in life. Have admired her father for years. And finally allowed her music in, listening over and over all night. It felt like I was reaping a harvest I’d planted long ago. I flew to the first show I could find. Stood nameless in the crowd and was filled with something beyond music, something beyond spirit. She was channeling. Maybe not just to me but certainly at me. Then it happened. She ended the set because of time constraints. And she was promptly booed. It was spontaneous yet the crowd seriously booed. And only because she quit performing. It was like having a drug withdrawn. Withdrawal from a higher place above these earthly bounds. The MC explained she had to go and finally got everyone to quiet down. And we slowly left the room. Wanting more. Yet thankful for having been there.