Sensitivity is vital to an artist and to a mystic and is important to a scientist, as well (I consider myself to be all three of those). Sensitivity serves me well — usually.
Over the past couple of weeks, though, I found myself gradually becoming what I would term "hypersensitive" -- a blurry thing was descending ... sneaking up on me and distorting my perspective. When I realized what it was, it was a relief to be able to neutralize it. The date is the 27th and it is the upcoming third anniversary of the church shooting in which I and others were hurt and two people died. I have plans for that day and will spend a reverent half hour at the church and then ... hope to have an afternoon of the kind I love best-- starting with a walk in the park and then escalating to less passive, more magic things! Happy, happy :)
Yesterday afternoon, I happened to look out my front door window and, at that moment, a large number of birds – assorted birds – were busily having what appeared to be a party in the front yard, with the little (it is very small) bird bath being one of the focal points of their activity. Alongside the bird party, there are four different types and colors of rose bushes, a crepe myrtle, butterfly bush (complete with butterflies), a pot of petunias, and a flowering plant that I wintered over from last year (purple, I don’t know its name). My little bird community was such a comforting and spiritual sight to look out upon.
About a month ago, I began writing a new song (honestly, I didn't want to compose another song) called "Coming Home To Me"; I think the song's concept came to me as a revelation: this is what I must do now … come home to myself. My plan is to re-implement my holistic practice, centering it on music as a healing medium, and augmenting it with herbal and mystical remedies (they are in my medicine bag). My piano students remain some of the most important people in my life, each one a joy.
I'm still majorly enjoying the program and people (and results) at Curves … I go there every day and, I do say, I have nicer curves now :)
A couple of days ago, I acquired a little, old-fashioned xylophone from Goodwill. It has two and a half octaves. I'm going to put it in the music studio on its own shelf (I need to hang the shelf within the next few days).
I've been attending a weekly "centering prayer" group at church in the evenings. It's actually a meditation, with emphasis on "consenting" to the divine to indwell. I like it. Also, I've been going, sporadically, to a drum/shaman circle in Seymour, TN, which meets weekly. It has a beautiful ceremony, wonderful energy, the opportunity to drum … and is in a remote, natural setting with plenty of woods and meadows around. I also hope to get back to the mountaintop drum circle.
I may be doing a house concert soon (hope to do several at different locations). Plans are underway!
Speaking of concerts, the cicadas are singing up a storm outdoors tonight here in East Tennessee. What an amazing sound!
And what a sizzling summer!
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