Being Onto Something...

Being onto something...

Sure. The world is burning. The planet seems to be spinning faster. Catastrophe is always one catastrophe away. But yesterday, for me, it was about being onto something. The day, and time in the day, seemed to be expansive. I had plenty of time for everything: meditating, listening to music, walking, bike riding, to-ing & fro-ing, doing chores, spending time with my furry friend, and my trio of feathered friends. Taking care of bizness, plus, goofing off. I put new strings on my guitar, and continued to work on a new song. And made little break-thru on that front. I do think this song will find wings to fly. And then I met a friend and collaborator at our rehearsal studio. We ran thru old songs we've written together over that last decade or so. We are getting ready to record them in the near future with my garage/punk band. Excavating songs that have sat on the shelf for awhile. I dialed in the new gadget I recently purchased, a tiny, big as a loaf of bread mixer/mult-track recorder. An amazing little gizmo. Hooked up to our powered speakers the sound was beautiful, exquisite, excellent. And between songs, my buddy & I talked about everything under the sun, the moon, the stars. Especially, and deeply about life, love & loss. We both have recently lost people close to us. How to deal with the finality, the deep loss, the guilt, the emptiness? My pithy, but hard-earned recommendation: Being onto something. And yes, at least yesterday, that idea & action worked like a charm.