Sometimes landing is hard.
After so long floating on air you come back down to ground and look around, beffudled. What’s all this stuff? The things that were once out of sight and out of mind jump out at you from every bush and wait with sardonic leers around each bend in the road (Road? You mean I have to walk? But I’ve got wings!). Not only that , but when your body tells you it’s 3am, the clock tuts and sighs that it is in fact 9 thirty p.m.
I’ve landed, for now, but this time feels like a stepping stone. In less than a month I will be off on another journey, this time to western Canada.
My thoughts spin out of control with plans and planning for plans to change, and questions…
How do I harmonize my desire for major planetary shifts away from destructive industries and energy sources with the drive to carry my music to more people? How do I balance out the compromises with ethical choices? Does it really matter? Ought I not to just stay in one place and turn my attentions to a more tangible contribution to global transformation? Is doing what I love « enough »?
This morning, before the crash and boom of the chaotic running commentary of my exhausted brain begins, I want to pause and recognize the graitude I feel for all those who contibuted to my recent voyage. All those people and other beings who sheltered and fed me and gave me strength and encouragment and love. Thank you! I am truly blessed by your support.
