At the Newport Folk Fest, Jon Batiste said, many times, "this is not a concert, it's a spiritual practice." I think that applies to life. It is not a trial we endure, it's a journey we actively experience. These past few days, I've seen music, heard colors, felt smiles... I've leapt through the looking glass into the mad world of the now.
And it's glorious.
I am sitting in a coffee shop in Edinburgh, Scotland, at the beginning of my first Edinburgh Fringe. So of course I am feeling good. Great. Grand. So wonderful I have to use alliteration to describe it. It's been about 48 hours so far. I've met many people. Walked many streets. Absorbed a lot of good mojo.
And it feels right.
Do you ever get that feeling when you are somewhere, doing something, and you think "this is where Ia m supposed to be. Right now. Right here.
Right.
Or Left, for my fellow left handed geniuses.
So much worry in the world. So much sorrow. So much to do.
I think the sadness in the world necessitates the joy. We have to live well, to cherish this life, in order to defend it properly. We have to know love and wonder. We have to. We have to always remember how amazing it is to be alive. Particularly in tough times.
And these are tough times. The planet is clearly fucked, environmentally speaking. Fascism seems to be on the rise. War is raging in various countries. Constantly. There are shootings, almost daily, in America. And death waits for us all.
But that is why I find it so easy to celebrate life.
I'm quite the preacher today. I imagine my happiness in a world gone mad can be quite annoying to folks.
Consider it my illness, my coping mechanism.
I can't and won't change my love of life. Why should I? Every time I let myself be myself, life turns out fantastic. Every damn time.
So.
On with the journey. The spiritual practice. The show.
Here's a song. It's By and By by Caamp. And yes, I just wrote a sentence with three "by"s in it. Yahoo!
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