Play Me

Driving home this evening I was listening, for the fourth time in a row, to an old song that I love, "Play Me" (below). I listened very closely to the words the first time I played it, to the guitar and percussion the second time, to the vibrant flowing strings the third time through, and finally had the entire song cranked the final time through.

While being totally consumed by the song, I came upon a few cars lining both sides of the road with their flashers on, while the traffic slowed, and I continued to feel the crying strings flow through my veins.

Go ahead, play the video - if it directs you to YouTube, minimize the video, listen to it while reading the rest below.

Laying between two vehicles, as if to be laying in a meadow, was a large, beautiful deer; one of the vehicles had hit the hind quarters of the deer. Alive, and helpless, the deer had perfect posture ... head up looking around, eyes open, but far from the freedom the deer would never experience again.

Accidents happen all the time, I know. The people were fine, their vehicles were fine ... the deer was not, and it was awaiting it's death.

So much beauty is all around, but too many are in too much of a hurry to ever begin to enjoy it ... or embrase it.

My personal nightmare has been to die on an interstate, just like the deer. Bleeding out, dying, while people drove slowly by to get a look. Strange, people WILL slow down to watch death.

As the strings intensified, I too felt I was bleeding out ... just like the beautiful deer.