This song has been haunting me for a while now. In fact, ever since the fires in our areas last year in Southern California; for I remember specifically finding the song, remembering it after a gazillion years, on my way to home from supermarket one afternoon, then having to turn down the volume to make a donation to the neighborhood kids’ fundraising campaign for firemen. So I have this beautiful memory of a bunch of 7 to 10 year old children’s efforts to turn something horrible into something innocent, open for appreciation, and betterment, and connection, just because I turned down the volume of this song that I longed to hear out of the blue that afternoon.
Diana Ross, with her beautiful voice, asks, and please do listen to the song if you’re reading this: Do you know where you’re going to? Do you like the things life is showing you? Where are you going to? Do you know? … what are you hoping for? Do you know? She asks over and over.
I listen to her and I can’t help but smile every single time. I don’t know if it is the joy of hearing this song, or it is an answer. The truth is no, I really don’t know, mostly because I like surprises, and also because I discovered one could only be here now, wherever one is, and future sometimes hijacks the present if we let it. Still I love the questions: Do you get what you’re hoping for when you look behind you there is no open doors, what are you hoping for?
And so I truly am curious, do you know?
