"Nothing that happens is ever forgotten, even if you can't remember it."
- from Spirited Away
That quote has been rolling around in my head and heart since Saturday afternoon. It speaks to something The Muse and I have been saying when we're together, about it feeling like we are picking up the threads of something we've done before.
It could also apply to my musical life, which continues to grow interesting side roads. I spent most of this evening traveling in the wayback machine, setting up a Bandcamp page for a band I formed in 1995, when I was 19, for an album released the following year.
I'm not a looking back sort of person, but in order to test the tracks to make sure they uploaded properly, I had to listen to the whole album, streaming on the page. It surprised me how fresh a lot of it still sounded, so many lifetimes removed.
In this current lifetime, I am up here in The Womb, 8 & 1/2 hours into Flame Shift #67. Devotional work is easy and difficult at the same time; an oasis and a crucible. Today, though, it feels like being protected by a loving mother, who is happy you've come home.
E and I went for a drive this afternoon, to try to clear my head before Shift. We drove North and West, and though the peaceful mystery vibe never did appear, it was still nice to move around. I admit, I was a bit concerned for the folks ice fishing on Greenwood Lake. It really wasn't that cold ...
It's just about time for some mid-Shift sleep. It's been a dodgy couple of days, but with glimmers of interesting possible futures. I feel very fortunate to have a life, and skills, that help me to read the tea leaves, as it were. Onward, then ...
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