i know the fiction of the fix

last saturday,
i had a long overdue daddy/daughter date.

after dinner at the pie pizzeria,

my dad & i went to see one of our mutual favorite musicians perform;

fiona apple.

she was phenomenal.

"pure, exhilarating, emotional molestation."

as my dad described our postconcert feeling.

fiona played a grand range of songs covering all four of her albums equally.

some of my favorites,

tears were puddling in my eyes as fiona's slightly tormented, melodious voice
illuminated the concert hall with her poetic lyrics

"& when the crowd becomes your burden

& you've early closed your curtains,

i'll wait by the backstage door

while you try to find

the lines to speak your mind.

& pry it open, hopin' for an encore.

& if it gets too late, for me to wait

for you to find you love me & tell me so,

it's ok.  don't need to say it."

i know.
i didn't think it possible to be more beautifully played than already recorded,

but, graciously, i was proved wrong.

inspiring.

i left her concert wanting to do nothing but write, travel, & follow my dreams.  as did my dad.

if you think i'm passionate, you ought to hear him talk about how her show made him feel.

my dad is the one of the most passionate people i know.

"here, we need to hug.  we don't hug enough."
were my dad's first words after fiona finished thanking the crowd for the standing ovation.
i love him.

prior to fiona's performance, the guitarist playing in her band opened up the show

by playing a few of his own pieces.

one of his songs in particular stood out to me:

i loved the mood set by his solo performance of this song;

soothing.

"it'll all work out."

there are times for each of us in life when we are blinded by our close range vision.

we fear our faults & mistakes without recognizing the lessons or strengths being developed.

this, i think, is human nature.

& what a comfort it can be to hear the cliched phrase it'll all work out.

what i find pure about this phrase is the keyword "work".

when a problem presents itself, often times, it won't just go away.

you have to take a step or two back, alter your plans, & work your way through.

you have to be malleable.

life helps you become malleable.

we are like the delicate stems of growing flowers.

growing toward the light in order to attain a state of blooming beauty.

it is in our patience, enduring hearts, & our hopeful dispositions 

that the fate of our blossoms lie.

no blessing is given freely.

we must endeavor.

& in the immortal words of the beatles,

we can work it out.