slow down my love
this old world she ain’t running out of time
slow down my love
ain’t nobody can write what’s mine
i wrote that song because my love and connection with any music that wasn’t my own was dwindling. it was forced and skeptical and a lonely place to be. it was getting harder and harder to find music that touched me, that really struck a chord, that made me feel something. and the worst part was that i just stopped looking. i let the heavy weight settle on me that we must be running out. i felt doomed to continuing disappointment, or if i did find an amazing song then it was just one more song that i could no longer write.
is there a bigger picture? ask yourself that all the time. the world is an expanding universe. there’s always a bigger picture, every moment. there’s always an energy on the cutting edge that just isn’t anywhere else. refocus on it. it will help you see.
i have taught myself to think of creative energy as a river. it is always flowing by, it is always accessible to me. if i let something go by un-captured, it’s ok, because there is always more water flowing and i can’t separate one good idea out from another. it’s all the same energy, taking on the form of the moment.
why am i afraid to surrender to magic? why does it so often surprise me? it’s the essence of life, and i do so love life. i am life. i am love. love is magic. magic happens. magic is. i'm a little ashamed to have thought such limiting things about the universe!
ain’t nobody can write what’s mine, but i can’t write something that’s someone else’s either. we each have our own river. we each have our own light.
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