I’ve been plowing through some of my old bass stuff, and came across Rose Colored Stain Glass Windows from back in the 80’s. It was especially cool back then, as a bunch of us were within inches of opening for Petra… but alas it was not to be. That being said, the music stayed with me over the years, this tune especially.
Its written from the standpoint of an church / belief system, where in they are so apart from the world with their white knuckle sin avoidance thing or related polity, that their light from within is so dimmed, that it doesn’t reach very far, if it does at all.
Looking through rose colored stained glass windows
Never allowing the world to come in
Seeing no evil and feeling no pain
Making the light as it come from within, so dim, so dim
On a church level, yep it can absolutely resonate if one is not careful.
Going a bit further, it easily reaches down to the individual level too. In the days immediately after my wife’s passing, lots of folks said, hey, come over and we can talk… ok cool, and it ends up I end up wearing the listeners hat, as there are a ton of hurting people out there. Under normal circumstances, this would be fine… but I had a ton of stuff to process myself. More than a few times it was like, egads, my grief is tough enough in and of itself, and now I’ve got a ton of others folks issues and concerns to deal with too.
Granted, I did hose myself in this boundary wise, as grief tends to seriously impair judgment and boundaries on all sides… so traditional coping mechanisms I’d used to deal with other folks pain didn’t work worth a hoot as my boundaries were shot to bits. Fortunately an amazing friend did lend an ear and walked with me as I processed the grief of my wife’s passing. On the one hand, its pretty freaky how quickly the clouds of grief left as concerned my late wife, on the other, the rose colored stained glass windows as concerns others shot up to the moon the first week couple weeks…
Obviously they can’t remain there for too long..
Out on your doorstep lay the masses in decay
Ignore them long enough, maybe, they’ll go away
When you have so much you think, you have so much to lose
You think you have no lack when you’re really destitute
Thus, the challenge, those rose colored stained glass windows are super comfortable, and one could argue that they do assist greatly with self care… but there is a point when they need to be taken down. I’ve had some fascinating super deep convo’s on walls, windows, vulnerability and boundaries this week… I’m about 30% of the way academically, but the big challenge will be reconstructing the boundaries within the construct of a new normal, whatever it is to be. I was starting the process back in early June, but alas that form of normal was not to be, so a new season of construction is in order. The rose colored stain glass windows remain.