Big stress and worry has come into my life recently. The day after something very distressing happened, this track appeared on a playlist. It felt like fate <3
That moment when it’s a bright, sunny winter morning/afternoon and you’re sitting in your parked car. It’s off, but the sunlight heats the car just enough that you’re not cold.
Don't you just want to live and love life a bit longer or sooner when you hear this? I do. I really do. My filth has been cleansed. I am showered with newly found enlightenment. A new way of living. Steered towards another path of life I will cherish and remember. And share with my loved ones. With children I never knew I once wanted. With family I have chosen to show devotion to.
“Come now, and let us reason together,” Says the LORD, “Though your sins are like scarlet, They shall be as white as snow; Though they are red like crimson, They shall be as wool, If you are willing and obedient, You shall eat the good of the land; But if you refuse and rebel, You shall be devoured by the sword”; For the mouth of the LORD has spoken : Isaiah 1 : 18 - 20
Thank you for reminding me that I am not me, but my soul is me. A biological vessel tip-toeing through the exhausting romance of duality. I am you, you are me. We are each other. We are everyone. Everyone is we. The souls we have lost, the souls we meet, the souls we don't need to meet, but they are souls we know. The grief we feel for the spirits we never met & feel the presence of souls we cannot see. I embrace death, I hope death embraces me. Mother earth nurtures us for when we return home to eternity. Life doesn't happen to you, life happens for you. With no death, there will be no life. Those we love along the way, our souls entwined. Consciousness is the stream of of the soul, your body the river, eternity, your home. Have no fear in this life or the next. To be human is a gift, let's live & love for the souls that will never be & the souls that left before their time. Love with meaning. REMEMBER to LOVE. Love is free. Hate is not. Tomorrow may be their last breath. Today, might be yours. Earth is our garden, the cosmos is our home. We are stardust. We are infinite. We are love. But ultimately, we are groot. (no, really, I wrote that poem while having this on repeat) It's just my conclusion on our fragile ripple existence here on in this plane.
Unearthly, beatiful, spiritual, contemporary music. This world does not suffer from too little religion, but from too litte (lived) spirituality. Music like this closes this gap at least a little. I hope... Thank you very much for your beautiful work in general! A fan since "Cloudbanks".
Couldn’t agree more…your common ‘too little lived spiritually’ touched me deeply, a great way of putting something I find hard to explain sometimes…happy Xmas & 2023 2U xx
