music is the best….

last night i forced myself out of solitude to support my friend’s art and say hello to community, and wound up bathing in the joy of listening to a band called, vin voleur, who transported me to the times of edith piaf, in france.  her voice, their talent, the emotion….my soul was fed.  i wish i could hear them live, again and again.  this is the kind of music i want to listen to, on the regular.  not the only kind, but it fulfills on every level, bringing out my old gypsy soul.  during sleep i had the worst dreams.  everything yucky and scary.  when i woke up this morning, i felt like lead.  but happy.  happy from the live music.  happy from being transported through their magic.  maybe the happiness is what made the bad dreams appear, dredging them up from the bottom deep of my heart.  who knows.  there is always gonna be a part of me that loves the deep dark night.  the attachment to all of these stories of plight, sung and played in the music.  the thickness in the eyes of those who have been through it, as they sing and play.   thickness like fog.  fog lays over the buildings this morning like a soft blanket.  gypsy spirit awakened has me craving again, to leave.  to get on a plane, a boat, a horse, a bike, get in a car, get in something that travels and be off to a place i have never lived or been.  freedom to simply feel this part of me.  god i feel so happy this morning.  passion awakened.  troubles of the world shucked.  music, i love you.  you give me so much.  you connect me to the love within.  you make me feel alive again.  not just on the buddhist wheel of cleaning the mirror of my heart.  not just a healer and struggling maker of art.  not just these identities that evolve and help, and face every lesson.  but a happy wild creature in love with this life, howling to her beloved crescent…