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.

1 Comments:

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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