There’s an old song by Willie Nelson and Dolly Parton that my best friend Kasey turned me on to; “Everything’s Beautiful In It’s Own Way” deals with the magic and majesty of every day nature, and being moved by what the writer sees.
A not so unusual homage to the wonders and natural beauty of our world. But the one part of the lyric that really stuck to me, and even now, ten years later, the lyric haunts and mystifies me at the naked truth of what it says:
"When I see the clouds form a black summer windstorm
That uproots the harvest and hurls it away
In the midst of such anger, destruction and danger
The storm’s even beautiful in it’s own way”
I love that part of the song. I just remember sitting in Kasey’s Texas-sized truck, speeding down the back-roads of Fort Bend County in between a thunderous and hot rainstorm that broke out in the mid-afternoon.
The honesty and truth of what Dolly Parton wrote just floored me; it made me silent and awestruck, truly silenced into a quiet joy of understanding, something spiritual. I remember tears flowed from my eyes (as they are now as I type this, remembering) and Kasey turning to me, his eyes filled with tears, and a mutual understanding of what we were listening to.
I often come back to the honesty and truth in those words, when I am at a place of judgment of music, art, or people that I don’t understand or get. I think about that person’s vision, artistically or otherwise, and realize that it comes down to how they feel about what they do and create. I am merely a spectator, and just as I create my art, music and decisions to fit me best, so do they in their own way, for themselves. And it is right, and good.
Thank you Dolly Parton, for writing such a beautiful and honest lyric, that has become a source of refuge, peace, and acceptance, in myself, and in others.
We are all our own art, in constant motion and flux, being beautiful in our own way..