The Audible Garden.

A couple of weeks ago, an invisible force took my hand and led me into a space of soundscapes and musical exploration. I found myself landing on song after song, each one widening and deepening my experience with music in a way I could never have expected.

It started with soul and shifted to jazz. From there, I floated to beats on SoundCloud that sampled the likes of both. Then there were the beautiful single instrument pieces that plunged me into a sea of emotion, yet never drowned me. Comfortable with the depth, I swam deeper to hear piano chords that sounded less like songs and more like conversations. Guitar riffs that seemed to give me earnest explanations of the feelings that inspired the composition.

Before this, I hadn’t been listening to much music for about a month or two. It was as if I intuitively knew I needed to cleanse my palate in order to prepare for the journey before me. This speaks to how much music is apart of me at my core, because this was happening subconsciously. I am still discovering new songs and projects, drawn to them like a lush garden perched on top of a crystal stream. Though it feels more like the music is finding me than I am finding it. This is a testament to how alive vibrations are. They move toward those they want to experience them as much as we move toward them when we want to hear something particular.

A portal opened, inviting me into a place where only the sounds that would be healing to me existed. An audible garden, blossoming with gifts that could only be curated by the spirits who know & love me most. This is what Donny meant when he said “I love you in a place where there’s no space or time.” Here in this garden, nothing exists but the melodies that lead me to a substantial exploration of what it means to be well.

To be Me.

12.23.20