just a song

I've had Sigur Ros' Untitled 3 and 8 on repeat for so long that I forgot about the rest of the album. This, Untitled 6, I rediscovered yesterday while sitting on a rock down by the ocean. It was one of those moments where a song took over, removed Me, opened something I needed. Grace, maybe. It floored me.

Grace hurts my head. Probably because it can turn over my insides. Those kinds of things are always the hardest to intellectualize and define. But grace, at its heart, seems to me to involve either a meaningful (when giving grace) or sudden (when receiving grace) retreat of "I, me, mine". It's dispossessing, removing Me to create space for other, it's the opposite of ego. It's not mindless, it's just less full of self. Or more fully self, depending on your view of things. At least maybe that's it. What I do think is that grace (or the vehicle of grace at least) can be a piece of music that takes you outside your mental chatter for a few minutes. Or a piece of art, or literature, or whatever.

So, here then. If you have headphones, put them on, close your eyes, listen, let the sound run around in your head and try letting go for just a bit.

peace all,
t.