The songs we sing

Last night we had the privilege and pleasure of experiencing a local singer-songwriter perform in our home for a small group of family and friends.  Music has a way of filling up our senses, taking us to pleasurable places and leaving us wanting more, like John Denvers, Annies Song.

You fill up my senses
Like a night in a forest
Like the mountains in springtime
Like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert
Like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses
Come fill me again

I have for years loved to listen to the tonal and rhythmic qualities of songs.  Now as I get older I have found more of a fondness for words and stories that the songs tell.  Adding thoughts about experience and telling stories finds its way direct to my heart.

While Chris Wilson is a wonderful talent and his music and story telling are unique and authentic, he is still just a man who plays a guitar and sings.  When we experience his talent it can open and reveal a place within us, a place of connection with our own story, our sacred and loving essence.  It is what happens within us that is the gift.  It is the essence of love in a complete circle of energetic connection.  The connection with our oneness, the gift received.

We too have our own instruments and songs that we sing in our work and play.  While it may not always be as obvious, that same connection exists in all places, space and time.   I can think of lots of friends (including you reading this) who are just as amazing.  People whose presence alone affect our world in magical ways.  People who create and bring new ideas and technology to our communities and our world.  People who provide loving care and comfort to many and people who are just damn good people (the list goes on).   As we go about our everyday tasks, take a moment to look around.  There is quite a story being told, quite a song being sung and quite a gift being received.

Here is a short video of Chris (ww.chriswilson.us) from last night.

“Blessings on your journey”

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