Tuesday, June 23, 2015
Frolicking about, I gave myself to the surf. The salt biting my lips. The ebb and flow of the water moving me about releasing my tensions and drive. Jumping, laughing and jumping again. Total ease and freedom of movement. Playing without thought, responding purely to the moment.
Back home I pick up my guitar. Connecting with the present moment I wish I could manifest once again the ease and freedom of movement; to play without thought nor judgement. Slowly the possibility approaches as the hands dance softly on the fretboard. Waves of sound echoing in the moment, as the sands of time dissolve. Music nudging my being as the notes played on.