I am pretty sure that Zoe Keating´s cello plays inside my bloodstream. Each pounding and pouring moment of it. Surging into every upcoming thing.
The sound wanders its way through me connecting dots and illuminating consellations I did not know were there, coming forward from me as I write this tonight.
Bouncing… dot to dot to dot.
I have found her to be a rich companion in the mess of a day.
Her music plays well alongside a line from an interview with poet David Whyte. He talks about loss:
One of the great theological questions is around incarnation, which simply means being here in your body — not anywhere else, just here with life’s fierce need to change you — the fact that the more you’re here and the more you’re alive, the more you realize you’re a mortal human being and that you’ll pass from this place. And will you actually turn up? Will you actually have the conversation? Will you become a full citizen of vulnerability, loss, and disappearance, which you have no choice about?
Full interview with David Whyte can be found here…https://onbeing.org/programs/david-whyte-the-conversational-nature-of-reality-dec2018/#audio