Long ago and far away

Photo circa 1975

Have you ever stumbled across something from a bygone era, something you know is your's, from your own hand, your own mind? With no connection, the how, the why fuzzy  and yet still, undeniably you?

I stood in front of this canvas of love and anger. I felt his brush strokes scratch the surface of the paper. P u l l the fibers away, revealing its underside. His anger in this world defending who he is became mine. I longed to scrawl across its face this. is. not. fair. I wanted to help. I wanted to join in his cause. I watched her dance and she spoke to me. Her arms wrapped around me. Her legs her muscles her strength. I j u m p e d, I was a i r b o r n e with her. I cried when she became still. Not tears of anguish or heart broken never to be mended. But with love with fullness for what she had done. I wanted to be her The notes wash over me like fresh water on a sun baked body. I feel the BASS through my feet. My spirit s o a r s with the delicate turn of his voice. I want to SHOUT to sing but am silenced with sound. When immersed surrounded with such RAW overpowering EMPOWERING talent I want to inhale it to become it to make it ...mine. I feel their P A S S I O N I feel it well inside me I want to release it   h e r e i t i s

circa Feb 1998 courtesy of Wayback Machine