January 13, 2011

I so rarely remember my dreams that when I do, they affect me. The other night while I was snuggled and warm in slumberland, I clearly heard an old song by Carol King. In my dream, I recall it with tremendous lucidity.  I had just returned from the UK, this song was on the top of the charts for many weeks, and this song is the title: “Tapestry”. I was just beginning my journey as an adult (even though I was still a teenager – I aged a great deal in the UK) Everything was bright, fresh and unmarked even though our country was in turmoil with the Viet Nam War, Nixon and all his hullabaloo.  In my dream, the lyrics rang out dazzling and brilliantly and stirred pleasant emotions within me. I was cheerful, jovial and carried an optimistic air even though the last verse is rather dark.

Thinking about the “times” when the verse was written, I assume she was referring to our country but I can easily apply it to my personal life.  The first verse so easily speaks of how I view my life, rich and royal hues with an everlasting vision of ever changing views….a tapestry impossible to hold. If you click here  you may hear Carol sing this in the original form, scratches and all : Tapestry”

My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hues.
An ever lasting vision of the ever changing views.

A wondrous world of magic in bits of blue and gold
A tapestry to feel and see impossible to hold


Once amid the soft silver sadness in the sky
There came a man of fortune, just a drifter passing by.
He wore a torn and tattered cloth around his leathered hide
And a coat of many colors, yellow green on either side

He moved with some uncertainty as if he didn’t know
Just what he was there for or where he ought to go
Once he reached for something golden hanging from a tree
And his hand cam down empty.

Soon within my tapestry along the rutted road
He sat down on a river rock and he turned into a toad
It seems as if he’d fallen into someones mistic spell
And I wept to see him suffer tho I did not know him well

As I watched in sorrow there suddenly appeared
a figure grey and ghostly beneath the flowing beard
In times of deepest darkness I’ve seen him dressed in black
Now my tapestry’s unraveling he’s come to take me back

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