Need to cleanse my mouth of the salt of four years of habit, in order to open up to the new and the fresh, the creative parts of voice.

The parts that strike new and old chords and reach high and low heights. These parts buried beneath formality for so long and feel hopelessly and endlessly repressed. I know it’s not true, it’s not true they still persisted from time to time in the last and they pop out every now and then today, just not with the regularity and ease I would like. Instead they need coaxing and a soft spot to land. But when they find their mark it is a true thing of beauty and resists “a type” and finds its way in to my heart and the hearts of those spirits that I imagine to exist, which would think similar to myself, but of course, there is no guarantee in these times and in this mind.

I am with the jazz because it used to inspire those that I admire and I hope it will reach me now, to tear down the walls to reach the parts of voice. Help all these to come alive and resist, resist the RULES of my formal, A or B or C past. Shackled at the knees, kick up and allow my being to vibe and vibe.

 A new call in my head and heed it and flow some more……..Rest…….Embrace…..walk along the path to the new clarity. It is a winding treadmill of a path, but I don’t care because it’s not like I’m looking to go anywhere, anyway.