Soul Music

Just when you think it can't get any worse it can... Just like when you don't expect something to come and it does or you think life can't get any weirder and it does in the middle of an ordinary day. Like wanting pie and all they have left is soup or cake. Or spending a quiet afternoon with a friend and running into the best Japanese noodle shop on the planet. I smile when I think of a recent Sunday evening when I finally made time for myself to listen to some music that a friend who lives in California alerted me to that was showing in St. Paul. How out of the ordinary is that? So we went, my boyfriend and I, to listen to a very uncommon duo of a woman and a daughter/son as he calls himself, we listened to their music journey. She plays the bass and makes fun of us and makes light of things. He tells of his past and plays guitar singing in the most haunting voice regarding hard choices and recently becoming a man. She makes a beautiful man I say to my boyfriend. They harmonize on a creative alchemical level, journeying by soul there. Their songs containing messages of the heart about grief, the question of acceptance, suffering, change, making peace and love. Their music is this metaphysical union of their geniuses that carries like the sound of angels. What they are playing is not just music, it is the embodiment of who they are.

Oaxaca

After 10 days of traveling, 240 hours of breathing and not thinking about anything but the sensations that surrounded me I reached my soul. My body lean from not eating much and awakened from the sun, walking and swimming I perceived the energy of the location rise above the ground around me like water swelling. It was as if I could see it, this psychic energy roaring about my legs in great waves. I could enter in and out of other peoples bodies and be them, feel their spirit and feel what they were experiencing. It was amazing and somewhat shocking. Then that day came to an end and I left those people. And the next day had to go back to the states, back to the city, back to the responsibilities of my domestic life and happily back to my lover. I do not want to let go of this awareness inside of me. It's something you can't ask to happen but become aware of in certain places with certain people or sometimes alone if the senses are willing. With this trip I commit myself to the wilder parts of me and my creative work.