There is a sense for me of being drawn into a breathing, flexing, living shape of praise… a murmuration comprised of sound instead of birds. There is One Great Sound lifted into the universe…a sound that moves with incredible grace… The precision of it, the way all of the notes are bound into this shape, this sound, because of this precision… fascinated me. There is cohesion and there is movement because of how the notes fit with one another.
In the midst of this glory, I began to think about the Roman aqueducts of Segovia, Spain… there is nothing holding the stones in place except the precision of how they fit together…because of that exceptional exertion of forces working together in union and harmony, water was carried to citizens from the second half of the 1st century CE on into the 20th.
This music, this encompassing swell of glory…augh…these notes bending and blending with one another…they too bear something. They carry forth our desire, our aching, our prayer…so enticing is the tidal draw of their bond, their breathing, I could feel myself opening to allow as much room as possible for the music to pass through me and bear my offerings too.
Someone was giving a presentation at Barat Spirituality Centre this past Saturday and reminded us all of the basic law of physics that says the matter that IS is the matter that always has been. There is no more of it, there is no less. It simply takes on different forms. So these notes, sent forth by humans…humans made of the same stuff as stars…they don’t disappear. They become. If this One Great Sound is part of what has been, what is, and what will be, beyond the confines of time or space… then this music that took on the shape of the wind this late afternoon can be felt by my sisters and my brothers who are suffering, who hurt, who are scared, who want to hope yet fear tomorrow.
Saturated with stardust and aching and prayer, may this music now loosed into the universe serve as a balm for the wounds of our world…