By Lauren Suval
A poignant narrative is embedded within Mary Chapin Carpenter’s song, “The Shelter Of Storms.” I speculate that she writes of a character who resists change; so much, in fact, that he runs towards the “storm” — the pain of it all.
You always had the gift of speed;
You’d disappear without a trace.
It all depended on the need,
And on the pain you could not face.
All the years and all the miles,
They lost track of time.
I look back now only once in awhile;
My memory just wants to blur the lines.
I greet the sun, and find it strange
To watch you run
For the shelter of storms
Sometimes, people become comfortably situated in misery; they don’t seek a way out or pine for the light at the end of a tunnel because it’s unfamiliar territory. Change is hard.