Listening to this piece of music stops me in my tracks.
A busy day becomes suddenly a languid stroll, a pause and a step, a sway of the hips and a wish to dance slowly with a lover in the middle of the living room.
Barefoot and full of heart, moving with the call of each note as they pull at the heart strings making every muscle want to dance to this sweet sound. I want to pick up a baby and sway that sweet little bundle around in circles and whisper that the clouds hold such glorious stories so make sure you look up, Darling. I want to laugh and smile. I want to remember all the good that exists and that music speaks to the soul. I want to hear sweet nothings and I want to say sweet nothings. I want others to do the same. I want the world to be infused with this melody so that no matter what occurs on the outside, the soulful song fills every space with a healing balm.
Yes, music is art and art is healing. Just listen to this music. Close your eyes and drink it up. Take it down to your toes. When you open your eyes, the world is anew as one knows deep down that the spirit cannot be broken, that there is that eternal spark that just needs to be given breath and gentle care. Soon one can move again because the master of song gave us a gift so we could be renewed and keep going.
Just like watching the sun rise from behind the mountain. Spiritual. Thank you Charlie and Pat. A drink of your song was needed to start the day. There it was. Voila. Your inspiration. Your song. Your gift. Your sacred expression of art.