Musicians, writers, artists – each one had come to be creative, to let the artistry flow and to learn from each other. A friend has started her own Life Coaching business so she can specifically work with people who want to explore and live more deeply from their artists’ soul. The evening gathering was designed to let that creativity flow as the Spirit moved, hovered, whispered and beckoned.
The window of our soul is not the single pane of glass that is clear and defined by borders; rather the soul is like a stained glass window. Pieces, fragments, colour, materials to piece them together, woven with story, tears, pain, celebration and movement through each section.
Curled up on the soft sofa, my pen and journal were the etching medium for what flowed through my soul as 5 musicians created and released unwritten unrehearsed notes. Fragments and notes blended.
there is form
yet there are no lines
there is music
yet unwritten
words undefined
or articulated
a rhythm my body moves to
cannot remain still
in the presence of
i think of Africa
with this worship
this earthy rhythm
that vibrates the floor
urges my feet
my torso
to sway with
to connect
my body, head, and heart
with the rhythm of ancient paths
that call to my soul
that call out my soul
from form
into the mystery
of notes unheard, unwritten
blending, calling, urging
me to intimate sacred sensual space
to the call of One
Divine Desert Lover