Last, quick word on the sabbatical

I started my trip with Sarah Brightman, and that's how I ended it as well. The first song I shared was somewhat sad, acknowledging, to me, the change of the nature of my relationships. This next song is somewhat corny, but, the lyrics are ultimately encouraging with a message that seems to reflect this whole experience:

Click here to hear the song... just don't watch her; makes the song go down easier. Poor Sarah... she wants to be a rock star so bad, but she has a classical voice whether she likes it or not.

Here are the lyrics, if you're curious... though, listening to her voice is easier than paying too close attention to the lyrics:

Winter in July

Look around wounder why
We can live a life that's never satisfied
Lonely hearts troubled minds
Looking for a way that we can never find
Many roads are ahead of us
With choices to be made
But life's just one of the games we play
There is no special way
Make the best of what's given you
Everything will come in time
Why deny yourself
Don't just let life pass you by
Like winter in July

Future dreams can never last
When you find yourself still living in the past
Keep moving on to higher ground
Looking for the way you thought could not be found
We may not know the reason why
We're born into this world
Where a man only lives to die
His story left untold
Make the best of what's given you
Everything will come in time
Why deny yourself
Don't just let life pass you by
Like winter in July

And we may not know the reason why
We're born into this world
Where a man only live to die
And his story left untold
So make the best of what's given you
Everything will come in time
Why deny yourself
Don't just let life pass you by
Like winter in July

If you're baffled by the silliness, I would like to think that the point of this song is to trust that things happen for the best (while I knew what I know about animal production, I didn't finally receive this heartfelt push towards action until I was away from home, quiet, and free), not to worry so much, and not to get so bogged down in the details that you miss extraordinary surprises... like winter in July... or accidental sabbaticals.