It takes a lot of faith to graduate from school and leap into the wide world. Almost feels like my eyes are closed and I'm not sure what the ground under my feet is made of. And so, I dig my toes in...I get curious... Inhale, exhale, wait. wait. wait. What happens after the exhale? Panic!? It's taking so much longer than expected. There is stillness. Silence. Empty. And suddenly, without any thought or planning, a little breath comes in. I didn't do it! It just happened. I am breathed.
School ends. I get curious. I wait. wait. wait. What is happening? Where should I be? What should I do? Nothing. Happens. Stillness. Silence. I do a little thinking and sensing.
I'm realizing that the clearer I get about where I am now, in this exhale, the more room I make for the refreshing inhale when it does arrive. I listen inward. I sense the desire in my gut to continue to work deeply with clients who are looking for a sense of fulfillment, and my heart is expanding to work with clients who need to find more safety in their lives before they can strive for fulfillment. I sense my diaphragm and voice box stimulated, wanting to make a lot of music - on my own, and in collaboration. My hands want to get dirty, to grow a garden in my backyard... My legs and feet desire to walk on the earth, my arms desire to embrace warm bodies, my shoulders want to be light and free. Exhale. Slow down. The inhale will come, and I won't have to do a thing except receive it.
My life is my art and my music. My body is my vehicle. The deeper the sensing, the deeper the meaning.