Music on Canvas

I used to start writing from a title, like trying to define my way from the beginning. In the latest days, I just flow, I have surrendered to just writing and letting you know my feelings, and then maybe a title will come. This is similar to my life in all ways, surrendering to its vast experiences by not controlling. If you write, let me know where I can read you. 


Yesterday I shared some mantras in a singing circle with my dearest friend from Ukraine, Ira Zabuga. The place she chose for this to happen since I met her has opened its arms to welcome any musical idea we have in mind. "Gogo," the name of the place and the owner, they've become a family for us here in Fethiyé. They are so gentle and warm.  

I've been traveling with my microphone cable; I just forgot it in Öyküm's house after our full moon and mushroom ceremony guided by Simay. As the owner calls himself, "Gogo" communicated to Ira that a cable for a microphone was missing. Any musician traveling knows the importance of something not so important just because you cannot quickly get a new one when you need it.  

As usual, I just surrendered. 

Gogo walked toward me, saying, "This is so strange, our audio rental guy never comes on Sunday, and he's here with a microphone cable for you." I just laughed, looked to Ira, and she just said, "Another Mason's manifestation." This is just funny now. I'm repeating loudly lately, "we think we are in control." The universe is in charge; I just surrender.  

While we were singing, I noticed this woman drawing, a practice that is well known that these drawers do outdoors. To my surprise, when the concert finished, she came to me and showed me a picture of me, so accurate, every line just sketching me. I need more words to describe the feeling of receiving her art in my hands. She told me after saying, "wow, thank you," a "thanks to you, thanks for your music." I was feeling so many beautiful emotions.  

Indira Shab is painting what she perceives; she's painting life. She's painting what I'm manifesting. This act of hers is so powerful as an act of love through art and life. So powerful as every word that comes out of us when we talk to a friend, to any family member. It made me think about what I'm creating so profoundly in this moment of my life.  

All this makes me think, what are we manifesting in this world that we are sharing together? Nobody can paint our life; the brush sits in our hands. 

 

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