Lucky

There are times I need to pinch myself to prove this isn’t just a dream, this work that reaches right down through the rich loam of rhythm and harmony to the roots of joy and shakes the whole tree of my existence with laughter, and with apprehension that this can’t last. And, of course, there are times when it feels like going through the motions. Not that we’re phoning it in, but there just isn’t anything happening. The notes are all there in the correct combinations, the right order, but there’s no connection, no groove, no conversation, no jazz… But, if I keep playing, keep trusting, even a hollow performance eventually serves only to intensify the real music, when it happens. And it will happen when the planets align, or the gods condescend, or the fundamental particles resonate with the wave of co-creation. Which is to say It feels, I feel, so incredibly Lucky to be here in the endlessly unfolding work, so lucky not to be going through all the motions of the other jobs and careers, and options to which I might have been resigned, so lucky to be here with you who also know the rush when it all comes together, so lucky to have learned, the more I practice the luckier I get.