Music. Earth. Flame.
In my past week, the idea that music diversity has been in a recently historical process of narrowing has arisen in two articles, one discussion and several random sound bites.
Not news-- I've lived for decades with a flickering agony about this state of affairs. It is new that I've encountered so many other people thinking about it in such a short time.
We gravitate towards what we know because it makes us feel safer. But we don't get safer. We get less flexible, less resilient.
Less adaptive = weaker.
Brave Choice is an antidote to weakness. Every day, mostly through music, music! I go down into the burning Below of what's new and unexplored, the kinds of metaphorical places where people get flayed and hung up on a meat hook... and now I know what it's like to get hung up on a meat hook.
Vulnerable ≠ weaker.
I long for everyone to feel this relief, relief! to be burned beyond the need for safety and comfort. And I long to feel it ever more deeply myself.
Rumi encourages... "Oh dear one, don't run from the heat of the fire! What would happen if you risk it all and take a step into the flame?"
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Postscript, to drive some point or other home: For me, it's mostly music, the deep dive underground and the flame. No skydiving and cerebral air— enough of that in my life already.
