"Honey, are ya'..."

The moment your heart breaks?

You’d think heartbreak would be the first step to empathy- to completely imagine, identify, thus ‘feel’ someone else’s pain.

chord usage. song pattern. theme. guitar.
I see guitars and I see ghosts. I have two I learn through and they haunt me.

I’ve got a guitar lesson coming up. Each time I set up to sit down for a finite time with my teacher, there’s usually some distinct question in mind that walks me to their doorbell at the prescribed time. Tonight my paradigm will go in shifted to the process of translating chords to song and their relationship to vocal harmony with a bent on Bluegrass and Blues. I’ll let all the information fall where it lay, picking it up in bits here and there in practice.

My whole idea around a time-to-time journal is sharing the experience- a bridge to connect what makes us all these thinking, feeling and sentient beings. But also as an end to convey what we all actually DO. Our culture of community. All it takes is two; better if there are more. But if anything, sharing through journal is some small statement of keeping the record straight about intent and perspective. If you can’t tell your own story, it only leaves it up to someone else to share it for you- or not.

Some might say thoughts aren’t news. And I would agree that indeed, thoughts on their own aren’t much. But in hindsight of action, previous thoughts are an interesting account towards manifest destiny. If you put your mind to it, you can do it. You may not be doing what you expected, exactly as you thought you would, but in every action, there is a reaction. Energy is never lost, only transformed. Best of all, there are no regrets of ‘what might have been.’

Which brings me to history. We as people walk around; vehicles of energy transformed through experience in time and space- with the biological cards we’ve been dealt. We’ve come a long way in understanding our physical make-up through technology and how best to live in accordance with nature to yield best results regarding physical an emotional health.

Yeah, point being?!

All this hinges on an explicit awareness of these very features that drive us through our lives- inspirations based on what makes us who we are: experiences in time and space within the vehicle of our persons. We become our history as our history becomes us.

I’m thinking about questions in Bluegrass like the Osborne brothers had, “Ruby, are you mad at your man?”
I’ve got questions in Blues on my mind too, like, “How come love done left like it did?”
Also, I think of Nina Gerber’s album after the passing of Kate Bush.

I’m thinking of the last time my heart broke; the engine in long train of heartbreak cars. I think it was seeing my son swim from the wall of the deep pool, out and ‘round his instructors, back to the wall. 3 weeks ago this kid cringed at the idea of getting a shirt wet.

Ahhh heartbreak, and ghosts.

And a lesson’s coming up tonight. With maybe a few in the interim.
Good day, everybody.