There is something soothing and mind opening about sitting by the fire. It could be in an isolated campground deep in the dense forest or in my own backyard in the middle of a suburban town. Tonight it is the later.
I am tucked onto my mother’s bench, I grabbed during her sudden transition to an apartment, with a book in my hand. This book is above self discovery and leaving all of your possessions that you thought were yours but never really were behind. No I am not thinking of venturing off into a 3rd world country and sipping mushroom tea. However, I am thinking of why we as a society spend so much time worrying, working, and not living life to the fullest.
It is sometimes only when you reach the age that you recognize you are not immortal that you stop and say what is this work life balance that I have chosen and what do I need to do to make it self fulfilling. Right now it is music for me. It brings all of the things I enjoy into one complete circle or being. It’s poetry, telling stories (whether they are fiction or non-fiction, art, photography, psychology and philosophy, nature, love, family, and melodies that resonate with me. It’s not giving into what other people want or need.
I’m not following anyone else’s success road map to music. That would be their journey not mine.
