Saturday, December 8, 2007

i'm no music teacher

my timing is perfect. but really i had nothing to do with it. the pitch is just right, sure, but don't ask me how. my melody is rich and full and important and perfectly ordered but i didn't make up the words, and i have no idea how to sing. you just grab hold of the note and you do it. it is a most precious gift that i am allowed to dance on top of all of this. to play with these rhythms and shake harmony from my bones. it's all so pre-arranged, but i never feel contrived. no, not anymore. not since i found my freedom here. following from the lead, dancing and laughing all the way around. cause it's never exactly a straight line, though it sometimes may feel like it. no, we meander and sometimes we take a rest somewhere off the path, in a beautiful field that's been placed along the way. the rests have all been accounted for. the rests are the path. and the path is a spiral, so we sometimes feel out of control. like we should. because we are.

get out of control. you're only struggling with an illusion.


Anonymous  said...

Get out of control.
Love it. Love it. Love it.

like Take chances
Make mistakes
Get messy
Version 2.0

Tuesday, December 11, 2007 9:49:00 a.m.  

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