Tuesday, November 26, 2013
I had this cool dream about the universe and music which I know nothing about
That title can't possibly make any sense.
I'm trying to live a simple life here, where I become a writer. Maybe that's my enlightenment.
A simple life of simple pleasures free from self-imposed worries. And writing.
I should live in a cabin. All simple-living writers have cabins.
Writing - but not just 'how to get published' or 'how to make a million dollars.' Those I can worry about after I've finished the book (ha, I know how little most authors make). Really, it's the space to write, and writing what I am capable of writing, the really good stuff that's buried underneath the meh stuff, the rich rich stuff I have inside that can only come out through writing and writing and writing.
So last night's dream, of course, I dreamt of the universe, and music, and sounds and vibrations.
Of course I dreamt of the universe in a musical way, and I am not musical, but it had everything to do with writing and nothing at all to do with it.
It was a beautiful dream though. Three lines, strings of this universal instrument, and it was all there was. There was one note to play, one note that if you could hear it, and if you could live your life on that note, that note was the one that was deep inside, that could barely be heard. It was the piece of the music in the background that you never noticed while you were listening to it, but, without it, the music wouldn't be music.
In the dream, it was the only note playing, the only string vibrating, the only one that mattered.
I like to think it means I've finally got something right.