The sounds around me create the feelings that I feel.
Your voice calling my name; the door that slams as your feet run up the stairs; the tuning on the radio as modulations of atmosphere alter the phasing of the signal.
The relationship between everything becomes a signal path of vibration. A message of atomic groove that expresses the unfathomable connection between me and all else.
How have we allowed so much to come between us? How have we managed to disconnect our understanding from the earth, from each other?
Out here, as we truly are, there is no one but ourselves to observe. There is no one but the wind and the waves as our endless companion, our gifting friend of tide and washed up stories.
I listen to these rhythms and hear our longing to be true, little melodies playing on the bass line of our minds that turn our thoughts towards freedom, towards love, towards harmony.
