Once more unto the breach, indeed...
My brain keeps whispering a little message to me, over and over at random moments, like a secret I might forget: You get to see MCR again. And in the rush of completing a why-did-I-wait-to-the-last-minute trip prep checklist, I keep forgetting.
But the to-do list is (mostly) done, all that's left is to put in a full day at work and then shower and pack, and tomorrow morning I'm back out there, on the road, heading north. The whisper is constant now, and I’m happily shell-shocked at what it means.
Much of the to-do list seems to have been witchy-type things - massive amounts of Tarot for an overview and divine guidance, research and spellwork on a new travel charm - which amuses me somewhat since I was giving myself a break from being a pagan this year. However, it’s reminding me, once again (Oh, how I do need reminding) that music is magic, that at all my best concert experiences I have been aware of the ebb & flow of energy, of the spiritual nature of what is being created - so transitory and so permanent - of life.
This weekend’s two shows are free from expectation - since they keep sneaking up on me! - and so I go to them open-hearted, I go to them purely as a bemused traveller following a personal irresistible will o’ the wisp, as a pagan who is also a little bit of a rocker chick. I go cognizant of what a true gift it is to be able to participate in this vibrant magic, this circle cast by song and stage and light.
And every smile I share, every charm we sing together, every roar and every cheer, will be done with a new whisper: Thank you, a thousand times, thank you.
But the to-do list is (mostly) done, all that's left is to put in a full day at work and then shower and pack, and tomorrow morning I'm back out there, on the road, heading north. The whisper is constant now, and I’m happily shell-shocked at what it means.
Much of the to-do list seems to have been witchy-type things - massive amounts of Tarot for an overview and divine guidance, research and spellwork on a new travel charm - which amuses me somewhat since I was giving myself a break from being a pagan this year. However, it’s reminding me, once again (Oh, how I do need reminding) that music is magic, that at all my best concert experiences I have been aware of the ebb & flow of energy, of the spiritual nature of what is being created - so transitory and so permanent - of life.
This weekend’s two shows are free from expectation - since they keep sneaking up on me! - and so I go to them open-hearted, I go to them purely as a bemused traveller following a personal irresistible will o’ the wisp, as a pagan who is also a little bit of a rocker chick. I go cognizant of what a true gift it is to be able to participate in this vibrant magic, this circle cast by song and stage and light.
And every smile I share, every charm we sing together, every roar and every cheer, will be done with a new whisper: Thank you, a thousand times, thank you.