Serendipity Soiree | Celebrating Unexpected Grace
I don’t remember the first time I listened to Pink Floyd’s, Dark Side of the Moon , but it still provides a relevant perspective for this 21st century “ earthbound misfit, I. ” From heartbeat to heartbeat it invites me, still, to forty-three minutes of candle lit soundscape that helps me be not be afraid to care. If, life is all I touch and all I see, it is no less mystical, and that may be good enough. Turn it up to eleven and tear off the knob. As I’m growing older but not up , (hat tip Jimmy Buffett), I’
Bands need to play different tunes, but I want to believe there is something about the spirit, the melodies of what drew bandmates together, that don’t change. When it does change, and it does, it is often money, power struggle, creative difference, or a growing loathing of having spent so much time together and still misunderstood. And unlike 22 minute sitcoms, friends or family don’t make up easily. Staying in relationship, when one’s life depends on the other or not, creates the sad saxophone that leads
Stories change with the passage of time. Narratives need to be challenged for accuracy as new facts are uncovered and society matures, so that we can separate truth from mythical truth because myth, like parable or fable, are meant to teach, to help one glimpse truth though not factually true themselves. When myth becomes the only truth, it is even harder to manage the “brain damage” of our own opinions, facts, and perspectives that are part of the 21st century. We are more judgmental than curious. More sil
Serendipity Soiree | Celebrating Unexpected Grace