I love music disproportionately.
Music cuts to my core and moves me faster and more effectively than any other kind of therapy, medicine or prayer that I know.
It could be a drum beat, a fiddle, a full symphony, or just a single voice – if that slice of music speaks to the particular cadence of my soul, then I’m in.
I’m all in.
There are people out there called “artists” who are born with a special kind of pulse. They learn to play with that pulse – to mix it – to strum it, bang and to sing with it. More important than the actual gift of that pulse are the labored steps these artists take to practice and develop their craft; to study the pulse; to explore it; and to produce something with enough power to enter even the hardest of hearts.
That’s holy work in my book.