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Riding the Winds

There is a type of music that lets your mind ride on its tail-winds. Up and down, slower, faster, a pause… Slightly unpredictable, so you cannot drift into a thinking mode; you do not have much choice but follow its movement. Classical music is sometimes like that; jazz is even closer to what I mean. My daughter made me listen to the music of St. VIncent in the car the other day. Although I cannot say that I liked it much, I appreciated its musical patterns, the pauses and movements through which small patches of emptiness can be glimpsed. The mind can glide on its winds rather than ride on the winds of its own thoughts.
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The expanse of space


When I was a child, I would often fly in my dreams. It was wonderful to soar in space - no wings, no feathers  - just me and the sky. Sometimes I would wake up in the morning with the feeling that I could jump out of bed and fly my way to breakfast!
Unfortunately, after some time I developed a kind of worry. Electric cables appeared in my dreams and with them the fear that I might get caught up in them. I mentioned it to my mum and she laughed, brushing my fear off in the most nonchallant way. 'Those are just the telephone cables. The electric ones have been put underground long way ago.'
Now I think that my mum dealt with this most skilfully. Instead of trying to convince me that it was just a dream and it didn't matter, she took it seriously and gave me the help I needed on a material level. After that I kept on flying without fear. Of course, that lasted for a while. Later the cables of my concepts, criss-crossing the space of my mind, made sure that I stayed grounded.

Looking at the beautiful sky over Los Angeles, I wonder: how do people fly here in their dreams with so many cables tied up in the sky! 

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