I know that life should be a Coltrane tune

I started this post intent on writing about Depression’s insidious manner of taking hold an unfortunate soul.  The post was gonna be about me and my own long-standing relationship with that dark force that shrouds us into thinking we need a chemical escape from its clutches.  When I was lost in Depression’s Black, my only hope, at one point, was that I could find some pill or drink or smoke that would would pierce Depression’s Veil.

Instead, i found Coltrane and I do know now with all that I am that life should be a Coltrane song:

life should be a Coltrane song…

cooin’

and

soothin’

and

slidin’

and

glidin’

comunin’ with all that’s good…

…but

life can be a ragin’ storm

stewin’

and

brewin’

and

lyin’

and

cryin’

wishin’ it would all just end…

…still

life is just a graceful note

rootin’

and

gluin’

and

twinin’

and

tyin’

everythin’ all into one