Song of the Soul
Dear friend,
It’s fast approaching midnight.
Today was a day of song and friendship.
There’s something to deeply appreciate in being with a musical friend—especially one who’s known you since you were a teenager.
Luke remembers things about me, like the time I wrote a truly terrible lyric and wouldn’t let anyone change a single word of it.
We laughed about it.
“That’s what I mean,” I said through tears of laughter, “about waking up to your own bullshit.”
It’s not that you have to somehow perfect yourself—just that you stay awake to yourself, as best you can.
Luke has always been someone with high ideals, and so lives with the weight of disappointment in human failings—the way we mistreat one another.
From one point of view, he’s right.
But we’re passing through the awareness of what’s wrong with the world we’ve made, and into an era where we get to experience ourselves more and more as souls.
When you look at life through the lens of being a soul, it changes everything.
It looks different—and more importantly, it feels different.
It feels like being ten.
It’s really that simple.
And you’re connected to a vast sea of creative energy.
The way we were when we were children.
I always remembered the biblical quote: “To follow me, you must become as a child.”
The things that stick in our memories are significant.
Out of all the data flooding past us, we construct a self.
Beneath that self is the innocent soul—
Untouched by any of the comings and goings of birth, life, and return.
Just the thought of it is interesting in itself—
That we might even be one spirit.
And we meet ourselves in one another.
The dogs are trying to sleep.
But the tapping of the keys is not so relaxing for them.
Till tomorrow,
Love,
Mikey