singalong junk

My mind found its way to Linda Eastman while on my early walk before the meditation meeting Monday morning. Paul McCartney’s so lovely wife, and bandmate, who left the planet in 1998, I guess right on time, but it felt way, way too soon. She was 57 years old.

I was always happy Linda and Paul found each other, and it made me happy she joined the band. I can’t say why, but for some reason I’ve been listening lots to the song ‘Magneto and Titanium Man’ from the ‘Venus and Mars’ album. It gets me. And especially the backing vocals on the bridge (begins, “Well there she were..”), Linda’s voice so prominent – so right there.

More and more and more and more my mind is doing what it wants, and I’m lucky if I get to tag along, never mind try to keep up. ‘Magneto and Titanium Man.’ Linda Eastman McCartney. Singing to myself on lonely walks. The Y. Crying. See.

I had this thought while walking – Linda’s gone so soon and I’m still here – old and wrinkly. What am I going to do with this day?