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A Dream of Peace
Ambient, Ethereal Lament
Beloved of Star (*KI-ÁG MUL)
From the time before time, a fragment of myth endures. Of two mystic, celestial Anunnaki, whose tale is only remembered in the worn symbols of ancient Sumer.
This poem is a meditation on the sweet language of the stars. It draws from the ancient Sumerian fragments of Inanna and Dumuzi: a love that echoes across time, half-lost, half-remembered.
Set to music generated in the spirit of ancient strings and celestial harmony, this short film invites you to listen as the stars remember.
*A collaboration between Galen and Victoria
*Produced by Earth Dreams Art on YouTube
#song #lovestory #ambientmusic #SumerianMyth #AncientLove #AIArt #MythicMusic
Music was and is my path...
What do I mean by progressive? I mean that as you walk the path towards the goal of 'more fully actualized' the steps are small. They are varied in size and shape. They may take you past places you never thought to see, or bring up memories from the past that still affect you today.
In my work I have come to see that being introverted is not a bad thing. I experience the world differently. I am sensitive to energies, to vocal timbre. For me it's less about what someone says, and more about how they say it. Like many other people, I intuitively divine a meaning beyond spoken language when I am receiving the words of someone else.
When I was wholly shy I heard such things with an anxious uncomfortableness, eager to know what I should do to please the speaker. The idea of listening to my own inner voice and transmitting my own perspective or preference was alien to me.
If expected to answer, my throat would literally close up with tension, for fear that whatever I was about to say was wrong. Feeling safe was a primary goal. But it was more than that. I really disliked the terrible awkwardness that came over me when having to converse with someone else - no matter how nice they were. I would skip into shops or turn and go the other way rather than be forced to say hello and make small talk with someone I knew. They could be the kindest, most generous person in the city, and I still ran scared.
I had no map to lead me out of this place of fear and self-loathing. Yet I somehow clung to music as something that at least allowed me to vibrate in a more positive fashion, if I were alone and singing songs with my guitar.
Ever the one to challenge myself with impossible dreams, I decided I wished to study opera. How was I to go from someone who could barely speak without fear, and someone who trembled so badly she could not stand up to sing or speak in front of an audience, to someone with the confidence to release a full voice and share it with others... ah... you may well ask.
All I know is, if I could do it, you can do it. I think most of us know what needs to be done. What we should do, and do consistently, if we want to feel more wholly who we want to be. Maybe you don't know at the start which way to go or what's going to lead you there, or even, where 'there' is. The key is to start, and keep starting.
Autumn: a time of renewal?
Autumn is a season of breathtaking transformations, where trees shed their old leaves to make way for new growth. Similarly, it's time for us to shed any creative ruts and let go of past artistic challenges. Maybe get something off the to-do list to open us to the flow. What about an art date? Start by leafing through art books, visiting galleries, or simply taking a walk in nature to soak in the vibrant colors and textures.
Why not spice things up by picking up a new art form, embarking on an ambitious project, or collaborating with fellow artists? Sign up for that class you've been considering taking since last year. Get that new software, start something new. Dive into it with the enthusiasm of someone eagerly sipping on a pumpkin spice latte on the first day of fall.
Playfulness helps us embrace the joy of creativity by letting go of old issues. Experiment, make mistakes, and don't take yourself too seriously. Creative play is where the magic often happens. Just start, and let the pen, the brush, the muse, lead you to someplace you have never been.
The autumn equinox arrives very soon. Let your creative spirit dance in the balance of light and dark. Rediscover your artistic mojo. Remember that the magic of fall lies not only in its colors but in its promise of transformation. Let your creativity flourish like the colorful foliage of autumn.
Connectedness
As a shy person I always shut down in company. I disconnected myself, too fearful of what might be transmitted from me that would show me to be of questionable value. Too scared of what I might receive if I was open to others.
It makes logical sense that someone would seek to protect themselves from the sharp edges of messages from others. Strangely, though, in that very disconnection, I felt myself alone and misunderstood.
It is not all external, either. Our own denial of self or morphing the self to please others is disconnectedness too. One cannot be rooted if constantly changing form in order to accepted by others.
I imagine myself an arbutus tree, twisting and changing direction, yet always beautiful.
Cultivating excitement
I contemplate. What will today's commentary say? I remember YouTube videos I've watched this week. (I make a study of several topics.) I see, in my mind, the face of the presenters who engaged me the most. I ask myself why.
They were sharing something that meant something to them. They offered it freely, enthusiastically explaining how I could do what they do. Their message was urgent. Supportive. Encouraging.
They said, 'Yes you can.'
It makes me wonder, as I look around my untidy flat, why I don't get excited about putting things back where they belong. I will spend hours fussing with an image or a design until I am satisfied. I will revisit a composition and create multiple mixes until something inside says 'yes.'
My younger self would dress carefully for any date or gathering. Clothing, shoes, jewelry, hair, makeup... I was tremendously shy, knowing I looked as good as possible helped bolster my courage. Now I think, rather wryly, that I might have accomplished the goal of being 'well turned out' but I could seldom carry on a conversation in anything but a stilted and awkward manner. I wish I could go back and hug that me. I'd like to tell her, 'you are good enough.'
It occurs to me I am more excited about my life this year. The shadow of COVID is still there, yet we are out, going to festivals, taking trips, visiting friends, meeting for dinner, going to movies. The losses were incalculable. Many of us were deprived of income, jobs, savings; many of us had to let go of dreams and hunker down. And many of us sadly lost loved ones. Friends, family, acquaintances, forever missed.
Do we walk in the sunshine these days, thankful that we have made it through? Are we picking up the threads of those dreams we had, which needed to be put aside in 2020. Are we taking the steps needed to find our way, when the storms of change still rock the boat? Housing costs through the roof, food costs soaring (while record profits recorded), deep concern for those facing war and famine, puzzling over the future and where developing technology will take us. It's all too overwhelming.
We have the capacity to slow down our lives. Experience each moment as it happens. We have the ability to gift ourselves with time for walks, journaling, meditating, long baths, a lazy afternoon on the lawn with a good book. The key is to make that a priority.
I believe these acts of self-love will bring not only some peace to our personal world, but help us find the energy to be excited about the projects we work on and the simple successes we have on the way to achieving something that matters to us.
Art isn't an external 'thing' that we put in a cupboard or a frame and dust once in a while. As Julia Cameron says, 'as we are creative beings, our lives become our works of art.'
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