I’ve named my blog heart to heart after a John Denver song. Here are some of the lyrics:
I haven’t seen all there is to see
But I’ve seen quite a bit
Some things I’ll always remember
Some things I wish that I could forget
I haven’t quite been around the world
But I’ve been around the block
I know that distances are meaningless
Like the hands that move around a clock
And I know that love is everywhere
Always safe, always true
And exactly where it comes from
Is where it’s going to
My heart to yours
Talk about opening windows
Talk about opening doors
My heart to yours
Your heart to mine
Love is a light that shines
From heart to heart
Here is an excerpt from a book I was writing about John Denver after he died almost 20 years ago.I love John Denver. I never met him. I saw him a couple of times at his concerts. I have been singing his music for forty years. I used to fantasize about him flying down to our home in Sedona, Arizona. He would swoop down through the beautiful red rocks and land on top of Airport Mesa in his Lear jet. Lou Ann and I would walk over and hug him. We would wind our way back through the magnificent Oak Creek Canyon to our home and sing and write songs and plan to end World hunger. On October 12, 1997 my fantasy ended. John Denver was dead and a light went out in my heart and in the Universe. The day the music died.
When I heard the news that John’s plane had gone down, I hoped someone else was flying it. When we became aware that the tragic news was true, my wife, Lou Ann and I sat down in the middle of our living room and held each other and sobbed with tears streaming down our faces and shaking like we had a fever. No death has ever affected me more.
John was more than a talented entertainer. The songs he sang, the lyrics he wrote, were as if he read my soul and heart and put it to music. As I write this, I feel a lump in my throat and tears puddle up in my eyes. John and I will not meet in this life. But we will be together. Every time I watch the weather channel and see what the temperature is in Aspen I will think of him. Whenever I see the word Colorado or any snow covered peak I will imagine him flying down the slopes on skis. Anytime I hear the words Aspen, Snow Mass, Annie or farrrr out, I will feel him near. Every time I read about people trying to end World hunger or saving our environment or see an Eagle soar from a cliff, I will whisper “Thank you, John.”
I wanted you to know why I chose the title and why I so want my heart to touch your heart and yours to touch mine. From my heart to yours, Thomas