All morning long I've been haunted by the song, The Way Young Lovers Do. Such a rapturous melody. It slides down into my marrow and then travels through artery, capillary and vibrates beneath the skin.
I'm drowning in the voice of Jeff Buckley and smiling at the wisdom of Van Morrison's words. The Way Young Lovers Do, indeed.
Isn't it seductive, the many shades of a passionate story? I could roll in the imagery all day and never get tired. This particular song brings a field of images into my mind's eye. Echoing memory, playing off of idea and growing into something more than it was before I conjured it.
I'm not sure if I believe in hocus-pocus the way other people might. But I do believe. (For me) it's a more tangible awareness of possibility, and of what focus and alignment offer my world. Song, story, art - all of these are otherworldly to me.
I wish I could hold a story in the palm of my hand. That I could cup her in a soft embrace, and whisper my greatest desires in her ears - then watch as she manifests them and they unfold. They would be born as the next story, song or painting. I could traipse in and out of them as I pleased before returning to the here and now.
Like fingertips softly trailing down my spine, I can almost feel Possibility and her sirens call. Oh the dream of all my dreams being brought out and into the light to spiral around like giddy children spinning their first circle.
Such a lovely reality to behold. It really reminds me of that passion, that engulfing need - just like The Way Young Lovers Do.
Buckley's cover of The Way Young Lovers Do: http://tinyurl.com/4uwlc58
Today's word is: gaiety