When my brain overloaded from stories I would turn to music to create my own stories and I remember listening to Ravel's Pavane de la Belle Au Bois Dormant and be transported to a forest. Not a scary forest but one filled with fairies, magic, god-mothers and flowers endless ccolorful flowers. I would play the song over and over again, thinking that if I did at some point I could jump into the song the way I could lose myself in a story. I was to young to understand the by mere virtue of all I had imagined I had already jumped into Ravel's story.
I am continuously humbled by all the great artist who have shared their gifts and passion with us.
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