Table Mountain

My Dad’s sister recently phoned. After he died she became the last thread from that side of the family, and is appreciating contact with us as we are with her. Especially because she lives in Cape Town, South Africa.

The song I wrote, called Table Mountain, has nothing directly to do with that connection though. I drew the title out of a hat. As you do. Song title lottery. At the time I felt like I’d drawn the short straw (apparently the title was inspired by the name on a bottle of wine).

But in the song game, as in life, you work with what you’re given … whatever the Muse (or Rob Harris… thanks Rob!) throws your direction. And I’m happy with the the results of the inspiration that fell over me, like a soft table mountain mist, on that occasion.

The silk threads that connect our lives together are various and complex, and they spread out in many weird and wonderful directions. Sometimes we forget about them altogether. Until we get a little nudge … a memory, a phone call, a prompt, a word … directly to the heart, reminding us of how close everything and everyone actually is. Just a little tug away. These don’t have to be particularly significant or mind blowing threads.

They just are.

The web of life. It’s hard to understand, but it is often quite beautiful.