Somehow I never seem to write my blogs while sitting in one place – a form of mass transit & my notebook & pen are the magic ingredients. This time I’m hurtling through the sky at 813 kilometers an hour, 12,000 meters above Canada – or is it Michigan? – in a winged metal tube. I’ve been in this particular tube for 8 hours, still an hour and a half left before touching down in Memphis, Tennessee. This week I’ll be visiting family and catching up with my husband, who has been on tour with his quartet for over 2 weeks.I was just listening to one of my favorite songs on my iPod, “The World Keeps You Waiting” by the New York Voices. Ever since they performed with the Luxembourg Philharmonic last season, I’ve been a fan of their classy, artistic, beautifully executed renditions of original and arranged material. If you get the chance, go hear them live, or at least listen to their album “A Day Like This.” Only after hearing this particular song a few times did I start listening more closely to the lyrics. In essence, it’s about choosing to listen to your own creative voice, to follow your inner vision on your life path. The world will try and seduce you into believing in its own importance. If you buy into worldly values and priorities, you will forever be left waiting, wanting, hungry. The first two stanzas of the song go like this: Maybe it means that I will be lonely
Maybe I’ll step aside; let the others go
Maybe it means my days will be lovely
This path of my design Choices are made and chances are taken
I turned my back on every latest rage
I lost desire for pretty distraction
I’ve reached the age… I suppose it is the challenge of every artist, negotiating a way to live in the world and to transcend it at the same time. We are all artists, involved in the creation of our lives on earth, the divine spark, immortal spirit in mortal flesh, wondering who we really are in this world of “pretty distraction.” No matter how much we have, we constantly want more. The busier my outer life grows, the more I crave an inner simplicity & stillness to balance it out. Sometimes I forget/suppress this need and allow myself to get very caught up in the world and the dense cares that are a part of it. I need to remember to dance above it, to let my spirit be my guide, to live as a true artist, to take time for silence and reconnection to the source. Even, and perhaps especially, at 12,000 meters above the ground.