I do not want to write about my self.
There is no self; there is an us. An interconnected, radiant, pulsating murmuration of life that fills every square centimetre of the earth.
Hearts beat as one when people sing together. The singers’ breathing and heartbeats sync up. If that isn’t love, what is?
Fungi hold one another underground, sharing food with each other and the trees, only occasionally breaking the surface to display their magical existence. Maybe they’re too enthralled with the connecting to worry about the displaying. “Look at me!” is an invitation for misunderstanding. They stay buried not to hide but to remain whole and together.
My life is no more than yours is no more than mine. We are the same, even as we are spectacularly unique people-as-fingerprints never to be repeated in all of time. And yet, we will be forgotten. All our strife and striving, all our love and pain, all of our fear and all of our accomplishments will be stardust sooner than we’d like to imagine.
If anyone would dream of making a monument of me I ask you lovingly to tear it down.
Leave me to the stars.
Upcoming Shows (Shannon and Jakeb)
Jan 28 - David Newland’s In Search of Lost Trees (Ptbo) - postponed
Feb 10 - Ottawa show with Graven - venue TBC
Feb 11 - Up Close & Personal with Graven (Camborne) - tickets
Featured Song - Free (I’ve been pondering the same themes for years)
Birds of a feather lift as they climb
Travelling together, one at a time
They take to the wing
Hear how they sing.
Something’s changing in the meantime
Something’s changing just out of sight.
Something’s changing in the meantime
Something’s changing, taking flight.
You can take all that you wanted, everything you leave’s for me
You can be the statue standing, I will be the fallen leaves
You can be all anybody talks about for centuries
And I’ll be free
Oh I’ll be free.
Beautiful!