I am reading Carlos Castaneda’s “The teaching of Don Juan†in the backyard. Its 4:10 in the afternoon and the sun is about to go behind the big poplar tree by the back fence. The breeze and temperature are perfect thanks to the wonderfull Canadian summer climate.
My girlfriend is asleep for an afternoon nap. We both are getting a little tired on our herbal cleanse. I got up about half an hour ago.
Life comes in moments.
In this moment reading page 110 of Castanedas book, I realize I am really just a part of the creators big production. I am my song.
My life plays out, moment by moment. My life plays out note by note. When this work of art is done, the performance will have been a series of moments, of notes, strung together. This will be my song. When the song is replayed, I want it to have color, harmony, emotion and dynamics. I want the song to be orignal and bold. I want my song to inspire action and change. Perfect balance is perfect stagnation.
My body, the instrument I have been given, has internal qualities that will effect the song that is me. In the way a drum creates music a flute cannot, there is a creative sound that is I. My song is special.
At 30 years I am learning to play, to express the notes I feel inside in an outward creative action. I am ready to bring the song to anyone that wants to listen. I am ready to be amplified from sea to sea.
I no longer want to hide the creative light inside, I want the fire to grow. There are bars and measures to be played. My life so far has been an intro, and now the whole band is on stage. At first my song was struggling to be heard, until the rest of the instruments joined in. I now realize we are one big orchestra in a concert with many songs.
So many songs. So many notes. There can be many styles and expressions of song. There is no right song and wrong song. There are merely songs of expression. Many notes, instruments and songs can be on one stage. They just have to be played in harmony.
