{"id":330,"date":"2011-01-17T11:43:26","date_gmt":"2011-01-17T16:43:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/?p=330"},"modified":"2011-02-09T19:10:50","modified_gmt":"2011-02-10T00:10:50","slug":"about-auld-lang-syne-ii","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/?p=330","title":{"rendered":"Auld Lang Syne II (My subtext)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I think I truly heard Auld Lang Syne (which means <em>times gone by<\/em>) for the first time last year, though I&#8217;d heard the familiar chopped up version of it many New Years Eves gone by.\u00a0 It moved me so that I wrote after the performance:<\/p>\n<p><em>Hot tears streamed down my face. \u00a0 I  sat in the Kennedy Center audience listening to a beautifully-voiced Scotsman sing  Auld Lang Syne, Red, Red Rose and Ae Fond Kiss.\u00a0 Each speaks of tender  love, wistful longing, nostalgic hope.\u00a0 Why did those steamy rivers flow  from my eyes, my heart, my soul?\u00a0 What freedom do I want to gain or  regain, what precious acceptance lost, for what\u00a0 real-ness do I thirst?\u00a0  Maybe I only hope for peace, the recognition I&#8217;m not under a threat but  a promise. <\/em><\/p>\n<p>Hearing the song sung (all the verses) with passion about life and the hope that things long past need not be long lost, I regained a little more hope and joy, two things that maybe, just maybe were not gone for good but still there, available, for me to take back.<\/p>\n<p>The song enhanced my life at that moment.\u00a0 The words urged me on a bit, opened my awareness, healed.\u00a0 That&#8217;s part of what living literarily is all about.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I think I truly heard Auld Lang Syne (which means times gone by) for the first time last year, though I&#8217;d heard the familiar chopped up version of it many New Years Eves gone by.\u00a0 It moved me so that &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/?p=330\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[28,39],"tags":[34,1077,1078],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/330"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=330"}],"version-history":[{"count":11,"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/330\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7363,"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/330\/revisions\/7363"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=330"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=330"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=330"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}