Day 51
My mother came out to the day’s session and the first thing she recognized were the birds. They seem to know when I arrive and sing a special arrival song. Then I enter and unpack my guitar and they settle. As I start to play, a whole other series of birds continue in a new and exciting way. A cacophony of beauty. The sounds mingle and reverberate together. The experience after 51 days is deepening and I don’t even realize what I am playing, just handing over my ability and allowing the sounds to flow as they please.
I often feel like I am playing along to the birds, but it was my mother who perceived these deeper observations. Maybe we’re both out to lunch there with the birds.
