music

But this sense that we are accompanied. That there is some great mystery to it all; and it may be a divine being and it may be the laws of physics … I don’t really care. I’m fascinated by all the ways we work with that question.

There is a sense of being accompanied whatever that means.

Krista Tippet

I was talking recently about music. Not too specific, but something along the lines of how music is a mashing of cultures, timing, sounds, and projection. Regardless of intellectual credentials, all music is in a harmony with living. Time change sounds, but sounds are ageless to the mind. They stick and play and roll through our mental gymnastics meet, always ready to score a perfect 10.

Will you ever forget the Spaghettios jingle? Or the music that was on the radio as you drove into the realization you weren’t going to have a normal itemized life?  Your heart beat is pounding so LOUD your eardrums will burst.  The partnership of the birds and/or horns as you wake to your new day.  

You were accompanied at these times, these spaces, with a partner. A symphonic tuning to your story. To be grateful for these moments that are at times seemingly dull, I find such comfort in knowing that it’s just the bridge in a much larger opus.