Age

Yesterday I was singing at the Wellsprings, in Ashland. Katia was in, for Ladies night, and I rested with the trees. Its a hippie stronghold, a haven for the grateful dead. there is a sense of family pride, wisdom, in the flow of keeping hopes alive for decades. I'd come before, a month ago. There was an open mic night, and I got a migraine. no accident I'm sure, and yet there was the pain, real as ever, and I just didn't want to cut through it to sing. why? I didn't feel afraid. maybe it covered it up. At this point it is ridiculous. I've been incubating so long I'm twice toasted. too old to bring in something new? but it feels so damn alive, so unbelievably vibrant. The spirit that is singing through is yearning to be. At the end of the flow I lost my concentration. when I do that, what comes through is often not really a statement i am making, but a statement that is being thought AT me. This is hard to describe unless you try it. 'The ancient forces you represent need to compromise...' a very odd statement... I followed it up with ' 'draw down the mooon....' I feel ancient magic waking up through me. I feel the flow of life lifting, and a window to a open world shivering and creaking enough for fresh air to get in. I wish I knew how to say more. please listen to this. http://kaiya.podbean.com/2009/10/20/eye-of-the-storm/