NOTE: Due to silly singer syndrome, this June 14 post is only now being published. I only had one button to hit, too. Hey, better late than never. Here we go now!
Oh I haven't forgotten about you, my babies. The long dark six week break is over and we're just tearing down the gates to get back to the stage! So let me tell you a little bit about what we've been up to since you saw us last. You know what? It's just practicing. Here, I'll show you -
We've just been practicing.
This summer, in just a few weeks actually, we get to play the Taste of Tacoma and the Bite of Seattle, as well as reprising our sold-out show at the Tulalip Casino, hitting Bellingham the night before. The show dates keep rolling from there, but those are the first few, I think.
This is immeasurably exciting, and we are all mindful of the privilege we're being extended in being able and invited to share this music, which we did not write, with you all. I know, I know: "I've heard all that before." I know. It just felt weird not to at least acknowledge it.
Something else I'd like to acknowledge is love. Love and mindfulness, and the interconnectedness of the two. Beauty. Truth is beauty because truth can be lived. It's symmetrical and it's constant. You cannot live a lie, and a lie cannot be symmetrical. A lie can never be beautiful, but truth always is, even if for no other reason than that it is the truth.
But all finite knowledge is relative. Information is only relatively complete, locally accurate, and personally true. Physical facts are fairly uniform, but truth is a living and flexible factor in the philosophy of the universe. Evolving personalities are only partially wise and relatively true in their communications.
If our over-arching purpose, our raison d'être, is for unification, or divine coherence, then we can know divine and complete truth. But we can't know that and keep our mortal and incomplete perspectives. We can't be perspectives and know our place in the whole. Not in this lifetime, bud.
But love is divine. Love is supremely divine, even. There's an argument to be made (or another blog post) that true death is only the final result of whole-hearted "sin," and even then because the spiritual death is self-inflicted. The experience of loving is very much a direct response to the experience of being loved, and without that capability there can be only death.
Love. Love is our connection to the divine, the evolutionary building material for our souls. Where there is love, there is no death. If we can agree that, in its true essence, religion is a faith-trust in the goodness of God, then the only differences come in defining "goodness" and in defining "God." I'm less interested in defining "God," actually. I think that's variable to each person and each journey. Defining "goodness," however... I don't think we have enough time, in any sense of the word!
Discerning real beauty is tantamount to discovering reality: goodness is in truth. Truth, which is beauty. This divine, beautiful truth, this is love.
Love is the divine, beautiful truth that gives us the meaning for our struggle. We have finite and imperfect knowledge available to our faculties. We have limited perspectives and we're handicapped by our material creation. But the existence, or rather, our awareness of the existence, of love proves its primacy: it's the one path to achieving our "purpose" here: unification, divine coherence.
This is my kind of love. Love in the recognition of other travelers. Love, the healer of souls. We've got a bunch of shows coming up this summer to sing some love out over us all, and I'll look forward to loving you all!
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