“Beethoven tells you what it’s like to be Beethoven and Mozart tells you what it’s like to be human. Bach tells you what it’s like to be the universe.”
Douglas Adams
We all have experiences that transcend reality, like the feeling we get when we listen to deeply arousing and poetic cello music. We recognize the sacred through the heart, not the mind. We long for simple truths in an uncertain world. How does one trust the invisible?
As imperfect human beings we long for perfect cadence, but our language cannot sufficiently express the divine. Only love is pure and infinite and music its lyrical bridge. The writer Henry Miller thought, “The creations which human beings make manifest have no validity in themselves, they serve to awaken, that is all.”
We need space to hear our own voices, not the rising crescendo of the chaotic world. Walking through the halcyon landscape of the southwestern French countryside is like a rest note in music to me, an interval of silence that creates a deliberate pause.
I often forget that I deserve my own attention. When I quiet the voices that have become louder than my own I honor myself. Peace of mind arrives the moment I come to peace with what’s on my mind.
Life doesn’t unfold easily without some very deep breaths along the way. Wonderful things won’t happen without letting go of our need to know. Sometimes the spaces between the notes are more important than the notes themselves.
Beautiful–I feel that you show and write about my spiritual place–the photos are so special–the treed road and the lone dwelling on the road–so comforting both.