My spouse asked me the other day
“Why do you like listening to dead people?!”
I thought about it for a second, then realized “Because… a lot of good musicians are actually..dead?!”
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Today, I baked more sourdough bread. All..while listening to more ‘dead people’ music.
It was raining on and off all day. So filling my house, with the fragrance of freshly baked sourdough bread..with all its evocation, of innocence and delight, seemed..rather permissible!
As I set the dough in its proofing basket, I couldn’t help, but wonder ‘Is baking sourdough bread, going to fulfil, what I am missing, in my daily repertoire, today?!’
As the aroma began to sing out of the oven, and as I was scrubbing splashes of white flour all around the kitchen..I thought about life…How lately, it’s been insisting on giving us all, experiences we do not..want!
My scrubbing became more intense!
How do we remain whole? How do we remain balanced?! As we get pulled off the centre with all the latest occurrences?!
The bread is rising! Can we too?!
Do we, have another option?! No we don’t!
It’s either, beating this loneliness inside, that a lot of us feel lately! Due to all this isolation..Or..giving in and surrendering.
Others, cannot fix or heal us. Especially these days. Why? They need their own fixing and healing.
We must rise on our own. We must show up for ourselves. Others may be able, to emotionally support us perhaps, but we must do the work ourselves first.
Oh, the bread is ready to come out of the oven…