Yesterday afternoon, for four hours, I drank soda water from a wine glass. With my feet on a couch. And listened to GREAT music. And just chilled. I wrote, I read, I thought, I spoke(a little). But essentially,
I JUST CHILLED….
That’s right. No diving. No jumping. No emails. No laptop. No phone. No nothing.
And in my chilling-ness, at one stage Gillian Welch was singing forth to me gloriously.
AND I WAS ACTUALLY HEARING THE LYRICS.
Because I was chilling.
My theory is that you ‘hear’ more when your feet are on the couch. [And yes, that’s just a metaphor for being relaxed.] Having your feet up means you’re relaxed. You’re not heading off in a rush. You’ve slowed down a little. You’re ‘chilling’…
so you HEAR…
This was the first line of one of Gillian’s songs:
“There’s got to be a song left to sing, coz everybody can’t have thought of everything”
I love it. It’s true.
There’s something in each of us that is not thought of yet.
Sing it out.