The best is simple. I crave the raw purity of life. Scents, emotions, real thoughts and authentic moments. I don't want a show. I want an experience. I want to listen gently, and debate heartily. I want to feel the beats emerge from the space between notes. I want to watch as a participant and an observer as the music comes together and falls apart again. I tremble as the harmonica jumps unexpectedly into the conversation of rhythms, just as I smile at a comment delivered into the music of conversation.
This simplicity is living. Humans coming together, sharing food, conversation, music, laughter, experience. Humans connecting among the interplay of earth, trees, fire, air, smoke. The embers glow. The logs shiver and shift, releasing sparks and smoke onto our clothes and into our eyes, but still we stay because we love the dance. We love the experience of living.
Of course, we could go inside. Turn on the lights, the t.v., move a little more towards death, but we choose to be here by the fire. We choose to feel the warmth that forms when humans gather together for no other reason than to share and experience what it means to be human. I live for the simple moments. And often, the simple moments are the most profound.
Deep gratitude for the simple gifts of fire, friendship, food, and music making this evening. Grateful for the simple.