For the last two weeks and much longer I've been struggling with the level and amount of hatred and cruelty in the world. Wrestling with this has kept me awake for nights while invading the daily life. So many issues, as much as I attempt to shield myself from the onslaught, word still spreads far and pierces like needles no matter how much we try.
I realize that my way of reconciling all of this hatred and cruelty is exactly what I'm embarking upon. Making the guitar sound is joy. Pure and simple as that.
Bearing everything I have, I am not playing music to sell beer, though I have an appreciation for the work it requires. I'm digging my spiritual heels into something deeper, some connection to ancestral and celestial invisible things while trying to appreciate and enjoy each moment.
I am reminded that this is also a solo journey, and how we are all responsible for our own realities and the work required to achieve any level of peace.
