In that sacred space between it all - where everyday objects shimmer and
drip like wax down the body of the candlestick - everyday thoughts
dripped from my brain as if through a sieve so that all I can see is
everything that actually means anything to me, and
and then, dripping over me this time, the music.
me gently and taking force slowly until it is clear to me that I am a
puppet hanging from steel strings, quivering at the most tender touch of
fingers on frets. As voices begin to surround me, from the stereo and
from the source unknown, I felt, overwhelmingly so, that it is a waste
of time to do anything but devote my life to song - to open my lips and
let sweetness flow forth; to stop suppressing my desire to sing.
I just have to be a part of it.
I have to.
It’s not just me, either.
I can see it now in Corey’s eyes, too.
electricity is humming through us, changing the aqueous matter of which
we are comprised and bringing us close together, easing our minds of
stigma and worry, granting an ease and a confidence that brings us
closer to getting our destiny.
place more stock in our words and our harmonies, the ways our minds and
bodies work and have worked together to create this mirror by which we
see each other and ourselves.
“Feel yourself being quietly drawn
by the deeper pull of what you truly love.”
feels good, like the moments we spend together are ramping up in terms
of productivity, in terms of connectivity, in terms of feeling with
certainty that we are back on the same page and back on track to keep
exploring this world and this love together.