“Love is a mutual acknowledgement, an acceptance between two elements. I feel it in the air, feel it in the air, feel it, feel it, feel it everywhere…”
This quote is a line from a song I wrote when I lived in Boston back around 1992. It’s a vibe, a recognition of the energy we all share. Like a thunderstorm when the rain hits the ground and we smell negative ions in the air, and the flash of lightning wakes up our senses.
Music is a bridge. A drum connects the instruments and it connects our hearts…boom, boom, boom tapping rhythm our soul responds much like that vibe from that cloudburst. We wake up.
Our bodies recognize sound. We move and sway and tap to nature’s metronome. We release. We might cringe and cower to sudden sharp and unexpected crashes. We take shelter.
Respectfully we heal to soothing mellow repetitions like rolling seas into sandy shorelines. We can heal.
And the notes we play, as humans, each in our own key in our own time, sharp or flat —this is the beautiful score of life.
Some high, some low, some deep, some I wonder if they call open the petals on a daisy or release the scent of pine from a cone on the spruce.
Perhaps the frequency which a dolphin chatters is a message to humans “expand, express, explore.”
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Sunday Morning After the Concert
This quote is a line from a song I wrote when I lived in Boston back around 1992. It’s a vibe, a recognition of the energy we all share. Like a thunderstorm when the rain hits the ground and we smell negative ions in the air, and the flash of lightning wakes up our senses.
Music is a bridge. A drum connects the instruments and it connects our hearts…boom, boom, boom tapping rhythm our soul responds much like that vibe from that cloudburst. We wake up.
Our bodies recognize sound. We move and sway and tap to nature’s metronome. We release. We might cringe and cower to sudden sharp and unexpected crashes. We take shelter.
Respectfully we heal to soothing mellow repetitions like rolling seas into sandy shorelines. We can heal.
And the notes we play, as humans, each in our own key in our own time, sharp or flat —this is the beautiful score of life.
Some high, some low, some deep, some I wonder if they call open the petals on a daisy or release the scent of pine from a cone on the spruce.
Perhaps the frequency which a dolphin chatters is a message to humans “expand, express, explore.”
*image taken on September 11, 2021 at Mill Pond
Just maybe, all along our gift has been to,
simply see
without judgment
simply notice
without reaction
simply be
without distraction
could we then, perceive
—perfection?
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