Singing from the inner voice

I went to a David Wilcox concert. It was a truly magical evening. The songs he sang resonated so powerfully within me. I sat there spellbound. He seemed to walk through the world as a funnel, taking in every experience, putting it through an internal interpretation mechanism and then release it on the other side to fly away and gain a life of its own. His inner voice appeared to be the one singing.

My thinking has changed over the years, and I noticed it most dramtically at the concert. In the past, the musical performance side of me would have been envious of his calling, that it happened to him and not to me. I could be the one on stage singing the songs and evoking the feelings of others.

At this concert I felt envious of his freedom of expression, his ability to freely receive and freely give.

Looking at my life, there are so many areas that I find myself blocking. Hurt, anger, frustration, all block creative expression. I feed on things that do not advance me, but keep me stuck.

I think where I am heading on my journey is toward that freedom, to let the world wash over me and not fight it, but channel it and give creative voice to what is good, on the other side.

I'm not there yet. If I were, this wouldn't be a journey. But I think I have another section of the treasure map.