There are instances in your lifetime in which you feel that you are doing something right. I had one of those moments of confirming, healing electricity today;
as I lean back on a breezy Montana backyard porch, overlooking a grassy field, the one with the trampoline and the one with the creek by which we pitched our tent last night. A husky-mix with the tag "Mercury! the Destroyer" breathes short and soft, leaning against my right thigh. My hands dance across his fur, a gorgeous faint organ sound echoes out of the house; Carlisle is clearly jiving with Margaux and Colin's home organic system. It sounds sacred, especially as a wild gust of wind envelops this ecosystem that is relatively new to me. In a sweatshirt, flannel and wool socks, the frigid air is interrupted by spurts of sunshine~~but I feel at home in these clothes.
Ooh! Carlisle is writing a song! An organ song! He is always writing and coming up with tunes.
The road breathes creativity and freedom of though.
We crave it. We're satisfying it.
So just as the tree shook with winds of comfort and peace upon the dawn of the creation of one of my songs, entitled "Relentless" the Montana tree was tossed around in similar fashion, and God breathed new life into my spirit--a confirming and gentle reassurance, that yes, I am exactly where I'm supposed to be right now. I'm furthering my knowledge of sound and composition and performance and CONFIDENCE. When I allow myself to experience these things through other human beings, I allow myself the room to grow. Grow we shall.
Every city will be different, monkey problems of today will not look the same tomorrow. Our experiences are pretty firmly embedded in how we are going to respond to this life, to expectations. To growth. To beauty. To Happy-ness.