Isn't that always the way? It's so much easier to move through life, well, just moving. Plugging, plodding, plopping along until one day you look around and think, "huh. What the fuck?"
I didn't have one of those days, but I did find inspiration in The Beatles this morning. In the lyrics and melody of Strawberry Fields Forever. It's a song that I've always read one distinct way, though (as with most of their music) you can pull a multitude of meanings from it. Hell, you can even waste the song searching for zombie Paul. Let's face it, Where's Waldo had nothing on John, Paul, George and Ringo.
The recently stripped down version of the song on Love had my attention this a.m. Where harmony, voice and power of word carried the song and slammed into me. There's no real need for any of the bells, whistles, trumpets and tally-ho that infiltrates and pulses through a Beatles song. Though it certainly is lovely and invigorating. But really, and I mean really, really, the magic is in their voices. What they do, it's just that damn good.
This resonates. If you are passionate about something and cultivate your talent from a dream into existence, and deem yourself worthy, all you really need is you. All you need is that ability amplified, and all who hear, read, see, taste and feel it will be changed from what you create.
Once we release our hold on the bells, lose the whistle and find our own inner warrior cry, the rest of what we are seeking fills in the gaps. This I believe.
Moss grow fat out of rolling stone. All you need is love. To everything, turn, turn turn.
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see. Blink your world open. Allow yourself to feel to deal - then move out of your own way. It's all here, ripe for the plucking, in your strawberry field.
Today's word is: numinous