This is all so familiar to my partner and I. Disappointed in the Human Game, in the turn of events, in the long, ragged, jagged journey of our species. Humans are very tricky and complicated. And it gets weird & ugly at times.
What is our fall back? Our go-to mode? Art.
We both sink into music, books, film, poetry. We create. We are always conjuring up new dreams, fantastical ideas, crazy-ass adventures in our heads. Always working on new songs. Writing new lyrics. Recording demos with our little digital recorder. Sinking into, and living in, a swirling creative pool.
We seem always be in the mind of discovery. Always on the search and lookout. Turning to other artists for inspiration. We surround ourselves, bury ourselves deeply other worlds & minds, in the creative soup of life. So, yes, I suppose dark times can lead to creative breakthroughs. We truly do need to create to live. No joke. Almost as essential as the air we breathe, the water and food we take into our bodies.
We truly live it. It is not some grand ego trip. It's a humble way forward. Leaning into the poetry and rythmn of life. Our feet on the ground, our heads in the clouds. The real work, the soul work, the spirit work. "All that glitters is not gold..." Yes. Indeed. Damn the torpedoes...
