In my quiver I carry A ladle arrow to marry An arrow of rose thorns For those to be scorned Of mistletoe a small dart For those with fickle hearts And last but not least A javelin in pen shape Bardic calling without escape
It’s been two weeks since I wrote a poem for the blog. Instead I’ve been busy writing mostly prose for my creative writing courses and reading and responding to other participants’ texts. I’ve also spent a weekend on the first mandatory group get together. Before getting on the train I had grand plans of what I was going to write for the blog in the evenings. That turned out to be utterly naive of me. When evenings came I was so tired I took long walks and then fell into bed without even having dinner.
Before this I had managed to build a routine writing poetry mostly in the weekday evenings and during the weekends. Now I have to build a new one reading and writing during the day, every day. Which has totally disrupted the old one. Right now I oscillate between being content I’ve kept every assignment deadline so far and feeling like a failure because I haven’t updated the blog. It will take some time to find a new equilibrium.
Tonight’s Saturday Song is one of the songs released this week by ABBA, I Still Have Faith in You. It’s their first new release in 40 years. When I was really young, ABBA’s music was more my mothers than mine. But as I grew, and sang a lot both in choirs and as a soloist, their music grew on me.
They were so hugely influential that it’s hard to quantify. Their music is still played in clubs, even if it’s house music remixes. And they were the trailblazers in what became known as “the Swedish music miracle”, a description generally used of the successful music export from Sweden, since the 1970s (eg. ABBA, Roxette, Ace of Base, Max Martin, etc.).
This new song has an old time feel I really like. It’s a sweet and beautiful ballad with lyrics that feels both personal and universal (you can read the lyrics below). It’s easy to sing along to. All in all it feels like a good song to start the ABBA Voyage as their upcoming album and concert is called.
And I’ll readily admit I got shivers the first few times I’d listen to it.
Now let’s hope at least one of the songs on the new album is an old time disco hit that you can’t sit still while hearing.
I Still Have Faith in You Lyrics
I still have faith in you I see it now Through all these years that faith lives on, somehow There was a union Of heart and mind The likes of which are rare and oh-so hard to find
Do I have it in me? I believe it is in there For I know I hear a bittersweet song In the memories we share
I still have faith in you And I will say I never really thought I’d feel this way But I remind myself Of who we are How inconceivable it is to reach this far
Do I have it in me? I believе it is in there For I know I hear a bittеrsweet song In the memories we share
We do have it in us New spirit has arrived The joy and the sorrow We have a story And it survived And we need one another Like fighters in a ring We’re in this together Passion and courage Is everything
I still have faith in you It stands above the crazy things we did It all comes down to love
Do I have it in me? I believe it is in there For I know I hear a bittersweet song In the memories we share Do I have it in me?
We do have it in us New spirit has arrived The joy and the sorrow We have a story And it survived And we know that we need one another Like fighters in a ring We’re in this together Passion and courage Is everything
(I still have faith in you) And we still have it in us We’ve only just arrived (Do I have it in me?) We stand on a summit Humble and grateful To have survived
I still have faith in you It stands above the crazy things we did It all comes down to love Do I have it in me?
For tonight’s Wandering the Archives Wednesday. I’ll share this meditation mantra. I think of it whenever I feel I need to calm and center myself. I might not repeat all the lines, but enough repetitions of just – Breathe deep, breathe slow – works just as well.
I like repetitions and rhymes. I also like meditation and mantras. :-) “Breath deep. Breath slow.” – was the first meditation poem I wrote. Which coincides with the first day I started to seriously meditate. Right now I’m thankful for the fact that I managed to make it into a habit before the pandemic started. Without that daily dose of peace and grounding. Without that self-care, I think my depression would have bloomed right now, fueled my the ongoing catastrophe.