Texture and Timbre

Sometimes, lately, I've been running my hands over things, like my pillow or covers, or the closet door, or textures on the walls. It snaps me out of some weird place, as if I was dreaming, or floating. The world rushes in around me, cold, alive, touching, invading, silent, deafening, awake and ticking away. Feeling that is one of the scariest things to me. It is also one of the most wonderful things in the world. Like listening to a piece of music that gives you so many chills, you are yanked out of that reverie of pure music for a moment, and find you have broken out into a cold sweat, suddenly and briefly aware of something that is once again just as suddenly gone.

Voice

I lost the song inside my heart.

Recipe for....

The world is cruel, broken, shattered, bloodied. It is innovative, modern, deceitful and angry. It is exploring, moving, creating, hurting. It is hopeless and full of life, heaven and hell, unique and united. It is drawn together and torn asunder. It is weeping and laughing. It is stylish, catchy, ugly. It is simple, blind and... sheltered. Within the Earth's despair, within her darkness, there is all of this together: beauty.

Home

The human heart is extraordinary. We yearn for things we've always waited to be able to remember. How do things and places we've never touched or been to overwhelm us with a sense of home? What indeed, is a sense of home? It is a feeling of safety and immeasurable hope, of comfort. It is where we can be our individual, unique selves and yet still belong perfectly without standing out or blending in too much. Such an ugly life is lived when there can be no sense of home, where our hearts are plagued by fear, discontent and abandonment. The sense of home is so strong, that we might know where it is, even if we have never been there before.

I have an earthly home, a place where I feel the closest to my true, spiritual home, even though I've never been there before. I find it in music, in voices, in language, in smells and sights and sounds. Truly, God's spirit is everywhere. If we let it, anywhere and everywhere can be home.