sometimes spiritual growth catches me by surprise.

I have changed the type of music I listen to. I have a modest collection of old school blues albums (33 1/3 rpm. LP’s) Well my turntable went on the blink and it took a while for me to get around to replacing it. After setting the new one up, I fished out one of my old favorites, and spun it up. Johnny Winter’s cover of Parchman Farm.

As I listened to him singing about his woman giving him “that old pneumonia pain” the thought occurred to me as my mind shifted into sponsor mode… Johnny, my old friend, what part did you play in that sorry outcome?”

It seems that those old drinkin’ blues, the ones I used to enjoy so much as I settled into my old familiar self pity, just don’t move me like they used to.

I went through a few more… Elmore James, Howlin’ Wolf, John Lee Hooker, but it was the same. It seems that this program, this notion of being responsible for my actions won’t let me go back to that old poor me, poor me, pour me another drink mindset.

I laughed at the old me that used to take such comfort in that brand of thinking, as I slipped the albums back into their sleeves.

We grow and sometimes that growth catches us by surprise.

Richard


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