Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Dirt

Dear Diary,

The past 2 weeks I have done my dear diary session and it feels like all I do is complain. I know this world isn't perfect and I don't expect it to be. So today's diary post is going to be on a different  note. I have recently heard this song called "Dirt" by Georgia Florida Line. At first I didn't really pay attention to the words, I just loved the beat and I love their singing. They are an amazing duo who deserves all the awards they get. So after hearing it a few times, I actually really listened to it. What a song!!! The words hit really close to home. So I thought I would analyze the song, relate it back to my childhood, back to my roots. We get so caught up in today's world that we sometimes forget to look at the small things in life. The little things that keep us going.

"You get your hands in it" 
So I don't like dirt. I don't like playing in it or having it all over my car. I have never been one to get dirty, just for the fun of it. When I played softball, it was a requirement so it didn't bother me then. But it was always something I thought you didn't really need in life. Like why would God make dirt. It stands for no purpose (or so I thought). 
 
"Plant your roots in it"
Flowers, Trees, vegetables, fruits, coffee, etc. All of these things need it. But I don't think that this line means roots as in stems. I think it means roots as in heart. When you think back on all the times you had fun, dirt was always there. Either beneath your feet or laid as the foundation to the place your at.
 

"Dusty head lights dance with your boots in it (dirt)"
When those times you use to sneak off with friends in the woods and the only source of light was the headlights. Turn the music up as loud as you can and get lost with friends. But what you probably don't remember and now you do, is the dirt at your feet. Or when you were driving and it was so smoky but yet you trusted on where you were going.
 
"You write her name on it"
Ok, so who hasn't written their name in dirt before. Or written that special someone's name in it. Maybe on purpose, maybe with a heart around it, or maybe it was your subconscious playing tricks on you. 

 "Spin your tires on it"
Who hasn't raced? Who hasn't felt that 0-60 rush? That moment of no gravity, no barriers, just you, your car and that dirt road. Or those times you tried to show off and it didn't go according to plan....
 
"Build your corn field, whiskey
Bonfires on it (dirt)

You bet your life on it"
Alcohol needs dirt as much as the rest of it. It needs to be able to do what it does in that ugly brown stuff we call dirt. Without dirt, no alcohol. When I was in high school, the Bonfire we used to have was always the best. I've never seen it, but I have been told that the Bonfire at A&M is the best. That is what they look forward to every year. But did you know that dirt will also help put fire out. Hence why they always do a Bonfire over dirt. To help control it.
 
"Its that elm shade
Red roads clay you grew up on
That plowed up ground
That your dad damned his luck on"
Talk about hitting close to home. I watched my parents go through ups and downs in life all for the sake of having their children grow up without knowing what hunger feels like or what abandonment feels like. All the trees I would lay under in my front yard dreaming about what I might be some day. Having parents that were able to let me have dreams and never bashing them. Except when I wanted to be a Used Car Salesmen, my mom just laughed and said we will see.
 
"That post game party field
You circled up on
And when it rains you get stuck on

Drift a cloud back behind county roads
That you run up
The mud on her jeans that she peeled off
And hung up
Her blue eyed Summer time smile
Looks so good that it hurts"
Who doesn't remember after parties after football games? They were always the best. Especially after a win. Even now when I watch football, there is always a party going on. And when it rains and getting caught in it, it's kind of cool. As long as their isn't thunder and lightening cause I hate storms, but rain is beautiful. But mud...reminds me of my white lab after a rain storm and he goes to pee and comes back to the door covered in brown goopy stuff!

 "Makes you wanna build
A 10 percent down
White picket fence house on this dirt"
Fame isn't for everyone. Living lavish isn't for everyone. Having the best of the best isn't for everyone. But love, family, friends that's for everyone. Building a life with someone, that's for everyone. Even if you don't get married or have kids, there is always someone in your life you can't live without. There is always something that makes you want a white picket fence with. There is always someone or something worth having that small piece of dirt with.   
 
"You've mixed some sweat with it
Taken a shovel to it
You've stuck some crosses and some painted
Goal posts through it (dirt)"
Those lines remind me of my husband. My husband is one of the hardest working people I know. And I use to love watching him play football all those years ago. There was nothing like it. And he is the reason our house looks the way it does. He works really hard on the weekends to keep it mowed, and green and growing. He always comes in covered in sweat and dirt and I couldn't love him more. When driving on the road, I always say a little prayer for every cross I see. Someone has died there and someone is trying to remember it. Trying to hold on to that one little thing, that one small piece of dirt that took their loved ones life. Faith is a powerful reminder about the small things.

 "You know you came from it (dirt)
And some day you'll return to"
Because the end goal for me...is to get to Heaven some day. For my body to be laid to rest in the dirt. The dirt I so thought wasn't important. Dirt that I didn't think had any purpose on this world. Dirt who is ugly when looked at but is the foundation on where I stand. It held my Jesus Christ up on a cross and its the place someday where I will lay my head.

"Its that elm shade
Red roads clay you grew up on
That plowed up ground
That your dad damned his luck on
That post game party field
You circled up on
And when it rains you get stuck on
Drift a cloud back behind county roads
That you run up
The mud on her jeans that she peeled off
And hung up
Her blue eyed summer time smile
Looks so good that it hurts
Makes you wanna build
A 10 percent down
White picket fence house on this dirt"
 
"You came from it,
And some day you'll return to"
 
"Its that elm shade
Red roads clay you grew up on
That plowed up ground
That your dad damned his luck on
That post game party field
You circled up on
And when it rains you get stuck on
Drift a cloud back behind county roads
That you run up
The mud on her jeans that she peeled off
And hung up
Her blue eyed summer time smile
Looks so good that it hurts"
 

"You know you came from it
and some day you'll return to it"
 
Warning: don't watch this video if you cry easily...or have ever loved and lost...or found love...or got married...or had kids...or have a heart...or have had to bury someone who meant the most to you...or cry at Hallmark Commercials!
 



Thank you Florida Georgia Line for reminding me that something so small, something I look over everyday, something that I thought had no importance to me actually is the foundation of my whole life. What an incredible song and an incredible reminder of how God can take something so blah and turn it into something so grand!
 
 
 
Today's post is dedicated to my Maw-Maw. Today would have been her 84th birthday. Everyday I miss her and everyday I think of her and how simple her life was but that was ok. She didn't need a lot. She loved her family and she loved her God and now she is my beautiful butterfly floating freely in Heaven.