Because I Can't Let a Walk Just be a Walk...

In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love, you invest your life


Sometimes I question music, the value of it. We drop money at the feet of people who stand and coax sounds out of strings and vocal chords. It can seem superfluous. Unnecessary in a world made by laborers, activists, innovators.

But then I hear words like the ones above - on a walk - in the refreshing cold - with no other sound. John said we are bigger than our bodies give us credit for and Mumford says life exists in love. And I know this, inherently, it is imprinted on my heart. Because there are days, weeks, when the structure of school and work become confining. When I want to free myself - do nothing more than find a field and walk through it and dance in it and open open open. I have not found that physical place yet but music helps me escape a bit.

This afternoon I walked on a path, one foot in front of the other, past average houses and cars and people. But Mumford awoke my soul, allowed me to feel my real life, if even for a moment. The life that is so much bigger than my body; the life that is anxious, anxious to cover the world. To invest more and more love into the places I know I will go but have not yet reached.

That is what I learned today. Or relearned. When you feel too confined in your body, when your life is calling to you, answer it, if only quietly. Let music carry you away or find what other release you can. Just do not ignore it. Do not confine your life and love to bones and skin.

A Small Digital Note to the Tangible World

Ah blog, oh blog. I have been absent for a bit. I believe I am experiencing an over stimulation of digital accessories. I am an old soul you know. A soul made of paper and ink and jazz and texture. My body, however, is here, in a world so generously graced with glowing screens in varying sizes. They are amazing, that is for sure. I am a sucker for a good, overly-dramatic Facebook status, and blogs are wonderful things to follow - though I perhaps follow a particular few too closely, and Twitter hooked me by its little birdy feet as well. Through these new social outlets I am told I will increase my marketability, because what employer does not want someone who speaks Tweet? So I cannot and will not discredit them, I am depending upon them for my future. I will not sell my soul to them though. In order to fill the space behind that incessant blinking cursor I must allow myself to escape to the physical world occasionally. Remember what a pen feels like between my fingers. And I encourage that we all do this. Appreciate the opportunity and connectivity that technology has provided without forgetting about the tangible mediums. Books. Journals. Face to face conversations.

Therefore tonight I will post this small post in order to keep up with the digital world, and then write in a more tangible way in order to keep my connection to the real world. Perhaps in some ironic way this new approach will simultaneously make me a more productive blogger and truer to my old soul. I appreciate all well wishes in this endeavor. Bon soir!