Well, it is now a while since I have posted, this is mainly due to my Internet being down something went wrong in the local exchange with the broadband linkages, it has taken a week to be fixed… so I have not been on here much to update and to post for the past week.
And while that is a nice, convenient excuse it is probably not the reality for me. Since coming back from Sydney I have been in turmoil. Seeing the different life that some same-sex attracted guys have the opportunity to lead, makes me really question all the things in my life that I have valued, my beliefs, my church, my family.
As I write this I watch my daughter playing in the back yard with our dog, scattering the autumn leaves as they run and chase each other, how beautiful this part of my life is, how can I possibly question that what I have with her, my son and my wife is not something of value, of immense worth, am I really prepared to throw this all away for a dream of being with a man… …there is part of me that screams NO, while another part says… …yes.
While I stay in my marriage I feel that there is only one part of me that is really alive, one part is hidden, is dark is separate to me. I feel hollow, that there are parts of me that will never be recognised as of value of being a worthy part of who I am.
Recently I have spent a lot of time listening to an artist by the name of Graeme Connors, an Australian artist who probably really falls into the description of being a country artist (not at all what I usually listen to… … give me Meatloaf or Leonard Cohen any time.). One of his songs however is called ‘Let it Rain’.
Let it Rain
(Words and Music: Graeme Connors)
I lie on my back and stare at the ceiling,
You lie on your side staring at the wall,
And there’s a gap wider than the Nullarbor,
Between us tonight there’s nothing left worth fighting for,
Up on the hill a lone dingo’s howlin’
Should get my gun and blow the mongrel away,
But I’m not sure I can count on my trigger finger,
This kind of heat does things to a man
Oh let it rain let it rain,
I can’t take much more let it rain,
Oh let it rain let it rain,
I can’t take much more let it rain
I hate this life it’s hard and mean and lonely,
I hate myself for letting it wear me down,
If only our love was strong enough to save me,
’Cause here in my heart I’m dry as sun bleached bone
Oh let it rain let it rain,
I can’t take much more let it rain,
Oh let it rain let it rain,
I can’t take much more let it rain,
Oh let it rain let it rain,
I can’t take much more let it rain
Copyright 1996 The Panama Music Company Pty. Ltd.
While on the surface this song is about the struggle of living in the harsh climate of Australia’s north, with the heat and drought, waiting for the quenching summer rains, underneath this is the story of the relationship, a story that I know only too well. How many times have I faced away from my wife in our bed with a “gap wider than the Nullarbor” between us, the lone dingo howling on the hill voices my unspoken fears and concerns about coming out, about my gayness about the thing that is not spoken within the marriage, but exists out side as something that I wish I could ‘…blow the mongrel away.’
But perhaps the sharpest resonance within this song is more in the verse: “I hate this life it’s hard and mean and lonely, I hate myself for letting it wear me down, If only our love was strong enough to save me, ’Cause here in my heart I’m dry as sun bleached bone.”. This articulating what it is too hard for me to articulate myself, the hardness of living everyday, the hatred of myself that has become just a part of my life that I have learned to except and the dryness within my life that makes me yearn for the an environment that is welcoming, and enhancing of growth.
Let it Rain…………………………..