Brand New Day — Van Morrison (Moondance, 1970)

When all the dark clouds roll away
And the sun begins to shine
I see my freedom from across the way
And it comes right in on time
Well it shines so bright and it gives so much light
And it comes from the sky above
Makes me feel so free makes me feel like me
And lights my life with love

And it seems like and it feels like
And it seems like yes it feels like
A brand new day, yeah
A brand new day oh

I was lost and double crossed
With my hands behind my back
I was longtime hurt and thrown in the dirt
Shoved out on the railroad track
I’ve been used, abused and so confused
And I had nowhere to run
But I stood and looked
And my eyes got hooked
On that beautiful morning sun


And the sun shines down all on the ground
Yeah and the grass is oh so green
And my heart is still and I’ve got the will
And I don’t really feel so mean
Here it comes, here it comes
0 here it comes right now
And it comes right in on time
Well it eases me and it pleases me
And it satisfies my mind

This song is very special for me. I had heard it many times before while listening to this album as a whole, but I never really listened to it until I was on a flight home nearly three years ago. Incidentally, I saw a sunset outside the plane window, which is not the same as the sunrise described by Van Morrison in the song but, hell, it was intensely beautiful up there above the clouds.

Anyone who knows me well knows what coming home meant, and knows that a lot — all good stuff — has happened between then and now. Seemingly miraculous things (love! career! dreams! relative normalcy!) have come into my life, things I once very deeply believed I had neither right nor choice at having. Well, glad I was wrong all that time ago! I couldn’t see.

I have been thinking about all of this because I am, just starting today, hoping to assist someone else, family, who is experiencing struggles which mirror my own past very strongly, although this someone is at a point where they don’t really see that there is anything the matter or any need to make a change. He can’t see. Things are hitting the wall, and there seems to be a lot of hope among others that I, with my insight or whatever, might be able to nudge him in my own quiet way. And I have that same hope, to a point. I know better. I think I have played all of the same maneuvers before.

Trying to keep my subjectivity out of it is hard, and I’d be lying if I said I was not anxious about how this will work. It is like preparing to arm someone so that they might battle their own demons.

So, here’s to setting out on a journey . . .