Words leaping off the keyboard: mesmerized
by Delta Blues.
Lyrics filled with the gutteral stories of struggle,
Survival and life’s tensions:
Timeless, ageless, wrapped in a culture of plantation
Experiences : understood by some, appreciated by all.
A musical collage of life’s stories.
A palette of sounds for life’s seekers…whomever you may be.
The search for individual peace and calm is
universal across time, space, and geography. The Blues
provide a reflective voice when the noise of life is
a cacophony of directionless sound.
The trek becomes more urgent as the
hour hands on the West Minister clock inexorably
travels its 360 degree journey each and every day.
Days pass, years accumulate. The grim reaper awaits.
Scythe in hand: Eyes at the ready.
An individual journey whose map into the future is
guided by our own inner GPS … going where?
Twists and turns are as buffet offerings slapped on a platter?
No, options are deeply rooted in our choices of yesterday,
of yesteryear. The fabric of our choices are sewn together
as in a handmade Amish stocking carpet: each decision adding to
the fabric’s strength, color, and size. To undo any of the intricate
panels is to disrupt the quilt’s essence – and thus tear our
past asunder .
Our inner psyche becomes unrecognizable.
The nimble fingers of the skilled artisan attaches one stocking to
another – using artistic magic to create their own masterpiece.
Each stitch an individual choice: decision.
And so it is as we wend our way through life’s daily opportunities:
We are responsible for each step we take: decision we choose.
Like the maestro composing the blues: the seamstress creating
a masterpiece.. our decisions are influenced by those who have
gone before.
The quiet interludes we choose to have : or ignore with our God
follow the West Minister time piece as we evolve into our full being.
Like the clock, we can rewind, reset, and recalibrate who we are and
what we believe … when and if we choose to do so.
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