While watching a retrospective on David Letterman ( a very Mercury retro activity) the song Changes by David Bowie was playing during the final montage. Tears of joy and sadness were streaming down my face and I felt flooded with energy. The song is one of my all-time favorites and it triggered an emotional frenzy. I went with the tide and let the various colors of moods flow through me. I was enjoying the moment, drinking it in and letting it be.
Then I had an instant realization arise in me. I was aware of the gift of being so emotionally receptive AND having a place to express all my colors. I can use my sensitivity as a canvas for the world to paint on. Or just gaze at in wonder. Gratitude was dancing within me and I was on cloud 9.
Self-expression is a topic I write about often on this blog. The ability to communicate is precious and often obscured or underutilized. Society often frowns on self-expression, either directly or indirectly. Fortunately forums like this make it possible and affordable for virtually anyone ( virtually, get it? ) to drum up the courage to write a poem, post a photo, tell their story, create a recipe, tell a joke. In some ways, the product is less important than the process. The act of typing is so therapeutic in itself. Some have told me that I am so brave to have a blog. I don’t agree. I think it is bolder to hide oneself and take a chance that all will turn out alright in the end. It is so unhealthy to hide and pretend that living safely is enough. Bold is not always smart in this instance.
Boy will I miss David Letterman. But that is a subject for another time. No point in waiting for sharing this video though: changes
Funny how I hated changing when I became enamored with this song. It became my theme song, if people actually have theme songs. Now I am more at peace with change. It really is the only healthy way to do this beinginabody thing.
If you wonder what a moon in Pisces feels like, I would suggest you reread this post, listen to the video link, or gaze upon another photo, like the one below.