It’s getting harder for me to tie down what this blog is about.

The initial aim was to try and inspire people, musicians and music lovers, to be inspired by the community centred gig experience of Homesongs. That is still the main aim in fact, but Life always tries to squeeze itself in under the covers.

Of course it does. Personal life, its successes and failures. Family life. The goings on in the world. The biology and chemistry of this particular writer’s brain.

Each morning I wrestle with what to say. Don’t want it to be me, me, me. I would like it to be inspiring and helpful for “somebody else”. But perhaps it inevitably is mainly myself for whom I write. In many ways a personal diary. I’m trying to make sense of it all, to inspire myself, and if anything I say happens to make sense to, or inspire, someone else, then that is a welcome bonus.

As I’ve got older I’m trying to be more pragmatic about things. Live in the moment with realistic expectations. But I can’t seem to escape the tension I have always experienced between how the world is, and how I would like it to be. I can’t seem to be rid of that pesky inner idealist.

That’s my problem. But trying to change something, anything, and that thing NOT changing, or not seeming to change, is tough.

Don’t you find?

Is it worth even trying. I can’t say for sure. But personally, I’m not prepared to give in and put on the shield of “Forget It All” cynicism, which for some can prove to be a good protection against the disappointments of life. For me, that kind of cynicism, I know, leads only to bitterness and despair.

So, I try to remind myself of Kindness. To be kind to myself. The value of being kind to others. And the trillion acts of kindness that are being expressed, every day, away from the glaring flashlight of the Bad News media.

I still think it would be good to make Kindness the Star Of The Show.

But maybe she is destined to play her life out away from the spotlight. Who knows?

Or maybe she just needs a little more help.