“And if I shed a tear, I won’t encage it. I won’t fear love. And if I feel a rage, I won’t deny it. I won’t fear love.”
Often, when I listen to a song that moves me, I listen closely to the lyrics and wistfully imagine that I were singing to such a gorgeous melody. Other times, I will yearn to have been the one to write such evocative words. Whenever I listen to a Sarah McLachlan song, I feel both emotions, vividly. Not only is this woman incredibly vocally talented, but her lyrics are written like ambitious poems, a last love letter, a short but epic romance. It is nearly impossible to not feel love, longing, fear and bravery when listening to her ballads. And while this woman is a record-selling powerhouse, she’s managed to maintain the ability, style, demeanor and drive of a new, struggling indie artist, even as her greatest single now reminds everyone of abused cats and dogs.
But “Fumbling Towards Ecstasy” is the song that speaks to me, and anyone who’s ever been afraid of who they are, what they feel, of life outside their fantasies of what might be. This song always reminds me to keep fumbling, even if I stumble, on the path to something great. Fumbling is fine; it means that you’re still moving.