I'm going through a country music phase right now. I love how the songs are narratives that often connect with our own story. This morning on the way to work, I heard Rascal Flatts' song, "Mayberry". Although the chorus is a somewhat cheesy and nostalgic wish to return to the good old days of what seemed to be a simpler life through the TV show of the same name, I thought the verses had meaning. Sometimes it does seem that the world is shouting, and often we moan that we wish it would slow down. While we can't slow the world or change the course of the natural (and unnatural) disasters that plague us, we can pause in our own busyness to rest and reflect. Maybe you'll find your own little bit of Mayberry today.
"Mayberry"
Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster
Than it did in the old days
So naturally we have more natural disasters
From the strain of a fast pace
Sunday was the day of rest
Now its one more day for progress
And we can't slow down
Cause more is best
It's all an endless process
Sometimes I can hear this old earth shouting
Through the trees as the wind blows
Thats when I climb up here on this mountain
To look through God's window
Now I can't fly
But I've got two feet
To get me high up here
Above the noise and city streets
My worries disappear
Than it did in the old days
So naturally we have more natural disasters
From the strain of a fast pace
Sunday was the day of rest
Now its one more day for progress
And we can't slow down
Cause more is best
It's all an endless process
Sometimes I can hear this old earth shouting
Through the trees as the wind blows
Thats when I climb up here on this mountain
To look through God's window
Now I can't fly
But I've got two feet
To get me high up here
Above the noise and city streets
My worries disappear
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