Despite years of practice. Despite years of playing.
How can it come so naturally behind closed doors. It WAS magic.
It was divine. But upon observation, collectively it was sparse. The frequency lost its charm.
I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to solve for the differential. But I do know how to solve for the frequency.
In other words, short of a quantum explanation a la ‘the double split experiment’ that path shall remain sparse. But upon repeated attempts, a building block can be placed one by one, or as one. And ‘tada, a frequency waveform.
Translation: don’t try to make sense of the divine. Become the divine. Become the divine by emulating the experience of being ‘alone’ but not “alone.”
Becoming is the act of being the thing. Be the sound. Envelop the sound. Inhabit the space. Whether it’s bedroom or stage.
My 10-minute timer is ringing as I sit at my desk writing this blog post. I hop over my Robot Vacuum (RV) that has been cleaning my home today, and I have to pause:
RV can be stowed in its home base charging station under the couch. Normally, RV will cannibalize its own equipment that prevents a return to home base for charging. But now the life-giving extension cord is protected behind a make-shift ramp made of two long and skinny plastic covers (I will later find that this is not sufficient, and simply tape the cord to the floor like a pro).
These plastic covers were designed for its original use to hide the insides of my TV mount, like the armor of a brazen knight, that I recently removed from its nearly 9th year on my wall. It was stuck and audibly grumbled as I yank’d the 20lb mount.
As I make my way into the kitchen I can see the water has come to a rolling boil. I add the eggs as I have become accustomed to doing using a silver ladle spoon that cups the eggs perfectly for control and placement.
After the eggs are safely in their home I turn to my very tasty detox tea.
I read the label as the tea cools:
“Detox Tea, with cardamom, fennel, aniseed and licorice root. Here’s to new beginnings, shrug off old and embrace the new.”
Something tingled inside and I remembered the fortune cookie:
“Next month new beginnings…”
Moments later I realize I had not set a timer to help cook the boiling eggs. Normally I set a timer for 8 minutes using my Echo. I do some quick math and have difficulty arriving at the remaining time for boiling, so I set a 5 minute timer and a 4 minute timer. The question is have the eggs been boiling for 3 or 4 minutes so far?
I return to my freshly brewed Detox Tea and take a sip. “Aaahhhhh.”
I should stay here, but instead pontificate further:
In conclusion, I felt it was best to pull the eggs after 4 more minutes (mainly, to write this blog). This allows for a slower cooling method (insurance) so the eggs can continue cooking before adding cold water.
Later on I realize that I think I may have overdone it, and actually I forgot to set a timer for cooling as I’m once again prioritizing Our Story.
Priorities are fine, but this seems like a sign of what I need to watch out for: mindfulness.
Okay, it’s both, and: Scratch the timer issue as I did have a timer going and turns out I was a mere 10 seconds early.
Mindfulness. Relying so much on technology can be troubling, and it is I that does the doubling. Here and now, far and wide, my cells will not relent as they divide. What was there is now once more, a version of me within a Cosmic Score.
I swear I also made this same blog entry last year. Lesson learned, or was it? Swearing is fine, but I know for sure I wrote this post in 2019, and THIS here, now, THIS actual post NOW.
Perspective In Sound 