BeachMusing
BeachMusing
Two things about this:
I have no idea why I’m doing this, except I feel like I should.
I don’t pretend to know what the future of this podcast will be -but I will continue it as long as I feel compelled.
.....And, finally, I suppose I should apologize for the poor quality of the recordings. I’m learning as I go. I hope that any future recordings will be somewhat improved....
In the beginning, two types of beachmusing evolved;
First, actual contemplation, in which I actively engage. An idea or hypothesis comes to mind and I set out walking and talking and try to reason it out.
The second type of beachmusing is different:
I offer to speak. I set no direction, I have no expectations. I quiet my mind and open myself to it. Sometimes, it starts immediately, sometimes, while making observations about my environment, I “sink” toward a level of receptiveness that allows a certain silence in my conscious mind. Through this silence I have sensations, images appear, rising up in me as if to the surface of a lake. I feel the words forming, and know I am interpreting into a language I understand.
Often, the words come automatically. Sometimes, I feel the sensation backing off, trying to find a level that fits my vocabulary. I am always aware that there is an unfathomable depth completely eluding speech. It tries to meet me in a space where I can find and say the corresponding words. Mostly, it is effortless for me, sometimes breathtaking, sometimes deeply moving. When I finish a session, I have little recollection of what I have said.
This project started in March of 2007. I imagined that I would walk along the beach near which I live, and simply speak, with the intention of connecting with a higher consciousness. I felt that if I just started talking, I would know what to say. I have been writing poetry and music since I was a child, and have been aware that I often feel myself to be a conduit for, or interpreter of, these creations. Since I can remember, I’ve felt that something other than my conscious mind has allowed me to become the receiver and re-teller of these bits of art. When this project occurred to me, I had the feeling I should try a more direct, spontaneous relay...
Above is a link to messages given to me. in Paris, I found myself guided, as if my feet were on a track, to three places where I felt clearly invited and enjoined to write messages and to pass them on. These are, if I am to believe my experience -and I do- messages to be shared. Although I was unaware of what I had written until I read it later, each time I was profoundly, deeply, inexpressibly moved by the love that emanated during these writings.
