When each of us are at our best we are calm and wise folk. We are at rest within ourselves, we are sensitive and empathetic to the needs of others… we are agents of hope, peace and love to those around us.
Then there’s the unfortunate reality that we find ourselves during most hours of most days… when we are at war with ourselves… especially in this season of disruption. Fear becomes our greatest foe and if we are not careful, we so easily fall into the trap set for us, wallowing in its dark, cold and hopeless prison of despair, gloom and doom.
It is said that we should be thankful for hard times and today I can say amen to that… for if it weren’t for these calamitous times and, the recognition that the dark clouds have for too long been stealing my joy, I may not have returned to my cave of guitars and songs to do what I know to do best.
I cannot cure the virus or aid the doctors and scientists in their endeavor to do so. I cannot feed all of the poor or house the homeless or advise the government leaders on what to do next. And being in a constant state of anxiety… worrying about the virus, or of tomorrow, of what I may eat or if I can pay the bills or, of what may become of us all… will not help me or anyone else… but rather drive me in the fast lane towards a state of madness (which is fast becoming the 51st state of the union.)
But there’s one thing I can do that gives me peace of mind… and sets me on a path to be at my best, to be the man of peace, hope and love that I was born to be… and that is… to pick up my old guitar, to sing and strum and go seeking out the God of the uncomplicated love. It may seem like such a simple endeavor and yet it is one that has soothed this troubled soul for many a year.
And so it is… that I am recording some of my own ‘quiet times’ and making them available for others… FOR FREE so that they can either use my medicine as their own or… be inspired perhaps to make their own quiet times a daily antidote against the very loud noise of pessimism from the social media and cable news outlets.
Playing music and singing songs are like metaphysical antioxidants. They clean out the junk, the heavy metals (no pun intended) inside our brain and our soul… the worries (and often lies) that weigh heavy upon us. 10-15 minutes of prayer or contemplative music does wonders for our spirit-person… for I know that if I can manage this practice each morning before I brave the world… I am able to arm myself with shield and sword and, rediscover that priceless childlike perspective and countenance I once so cherished.
I will keep adding these languid song-prayer-sessions to this strange album and my hope is that listeners can find a way into their own special quiet places and or become contagious carriers of peace, hope and into their own communities, real or virtual.
Much love… and be safe out there.