Sometimes You Just Want to Run Away
…and go somewhere incredible old, someplace ancient where the magic is thick, where you can feel the tide of emotions from long ago.
You want to tumble through the door into another world, peer around the veil, move the curtain just for a moment so you can remember that there is so much more. We are part of such a grand symphony that is evolving, crescendoing, flowing. We forget sometimes, so focused on the instrument we hold in our hands, its physical properties, the sound it makes. We worry about the mistakes we may make as we play and forget to hear the whole piece of music, forget how we can transform sound into emotion into something that vibrates on.
I’m daydreaming about running away today, to an old stone circle on an island in Scotland, to a faraway ancient temple that’s nearly forgotten, to a long stretch of shoreline where there is nothing but the wind, the crash of the waves, and the smell of salt water. I need to imprint the symphony so I don’t forget anymore.
Where are you daydreaming about adventuring to?
(Photograph taken by Beth Moon, from Portraits of Time, her collection of ancient trees around the world)