This song entrances and haunts me. When I listen to it before sleep, my dreams take me on the farthest of journeys. This is how art can move a person. This is why I consider working creatively to be the holiest of tasks. There is always a chance you might make something that moves someone on the deepest level.
I don't have much to say, really. I thought about trying to describe how the song moves me but like all meaningful art, its effects are beyond language. (If you like this song, though, you should listen to all of Ulver's Shadows of the Sun album. It is an incredible work by any measure.)
Yesterday I found myself reading about Hekate. Today I'm thinking about Eos. Perhaps this will be my year of goddesses? That would be interesting for my heathen, atheistic self. Heatheistic? Heh. I don't know. Labels are silly. All I know is I've been thinking of ritual a lot lately. How it informs the act of creation. For me, writing has always been a sacred calling, no matter what my belief system is or isn't. Of course, I also read about the ultimate heat death of the universe yesterday and the Planck epoch. Balance. Plus, these things are connected. An inquiry into meaning and knowledge has many forms, right?
Things are stirring in me that have primarily lay dormant for the last fifteen years or so, maybe even longer. It began when we moved to this house, which has proven to be a very good place. It feels so wonderful to have these parts of me awaken a bit, even if they are very bleary-eyed and not sure if they are just going to go back to sleep. Stay awake, I tell them, we'll have such fun. You've had your time to rest, now come out and play. The goddess of the dawn is calling.
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