I am often asked where my inspiration comes from.
Words can make me weep. Poetry, prose, lyrics – any arrangement of exquisitely chosen words can so deeply move me that I feel I’m being touched by something greater than myself.
I’ve been known to read a paragraph over and over just because I find it so beautiful. It’s no different than listening to a song over and over.
I don’t even have to understand the words in order for a song to move me.
In this first case, it’s the passion of her voice. In this second case, it’s the precision and sacredness of the work. Classical music can be so sublimely beautiful. The truth is in the music, no words required.
To me, the word “inspiration” is synonymous with love and truth. Truth looks different for everyone. Maybe that’s why we need art – to give everyone a shot at experiencing truth in his or her own way.
Visual art has never really been my thing. Maybe it’s because I have very little depth perception. I can look at a painting or a photograph, and know that it’s beautiful, but it won’t move me the way music and words move me.
We need our own “thing,” whatever it may be. We need to feel connected, inspired, loved. The beauty is that there are many ways to get there and no one way is better than another. The challenge is to find our truth and then live it – that’s the only way to be truly happy.
This is what I was getting at when I wrote the song “When the Water Calls”, which is on my second CD “Early.”
Some folks like the water,
Some folks like the land,
Some folks like the great indoors,
It’s what they understand.
Whatever blows your hair back
You’ve got to let it blow
Just make sure you’re dancing
When you go.
Have a listen here.