Flights & Thread

Lovelies,

Creativity is a boundary-less space. 

You're not you. I'm not me.

In service of the song we are disappeared. Subsumed. Weightless. Needless. Miles in the sky and rising.

This happens in the safety and comfort of my apartment. Attuning to a new artist so that I may write the songs of her soul. Dusting off an old hook to send to my cowriter. Devising the drum part that will make a chorus pop. 

But it also happens when I'm out in the perilous world. When I produce I check myself at the studio door. 8 hours later I re-emerge and the sun is setting. Therefore time passed. As I gradually re-embody I assess the damage. Oh I'm hungry. Oh my nervous system is eerily pulsy. Oh I really needed something different out of that 2pm conversation.

This is inevitable, right? Cost of doing creative business? And I promise I wouldn't sacrifice a single moment in the beyond for greater ease of re-entry.

But could there be an alternative to the endless expire/recover of it all?

Even as I soar could I grip a thread back to myself? So I keep eating and breathing with the best of them? So I enforce every charmed boundary I need to remain intact, nay THRIVING?

So here's to all of us. To our transcendence and our fleeting moments of cozy embodiment.

To our creative flights and the immortal hope of some very sturdy thread.

With love,

Rachel