I watched the second half of Martin Scorcese’s HBO documentary on George Harrison last night. Inscrutable, whimsical, beautiful. The dark horse, the spiritual man.
My take away is that he lived the improvisation life – he let himself be moved, changed, followed the call, dove deep, came up different. The through line was looking for the deepest place that his music could take him.
I loved the image of him pulling Ravi Shankar along a path through the brush to the edge of the thrashing Pacific, and both of them gazing down into that wildness.
Have you found the deepest place that your _________(fill in the blank)__________ can take you? Are you on the path?
Have you found the deepest place that your _________(fill in the blank)__________ can take you? Are you on the path?
The deepest places I am going (or have gone) seem to have birthed from meditation and dreaming.
I am learning to be more present with the small things, the microscopic pulses of life revealing themselves in every moment–if we’re aware enough.
Like your blog…just clicked on it from Pamela’s Books in Northport.