My journey through music by Adam Whiting
Everything thrives and exists in relationship with one another. Nothing is in isolation. From the quantum particles all the way to the spiralling galaxies, everything is in communication with everything else in one form or another. And in this age of hyper-connectivity, we find ourselves struggling through the oceans of loneliness and isolation. The bonds of connection have grown thin and fragile in a time when we need them the most.
But there are pulses of energy that charge through the power lines and jolt our hearts back into sync with one another. There are muses out there that can throw sparks like fireworks up into the cosmos so bright that we all look up with wide eyes and open mouths and know that we are never truly alone.
These are the poets. The songsmiths. The musicians who can arrange a series of 12 simple tones in such a way that they burn right through the layers of identity we pile up around ourselves and set a fire burning in the center of our chests. Fires that we dance around, fires that we warm ourselves near, fires that burn through the old dry forests and create space for new blooms to shoot themselves through the soil towards the prana of the sun.
I have always known that I wanted to be a musician. It has been vibrating in my bones for as long as I can remember. I spent my teenage years in a conservatory of music learning to curl my fingers around the strings of a classical guitar. I spent my twenties in the sad and bearded world of the singer-songwriters. And now in my thirties, I have ventured into the waters of kirtan and mantra, blending my passion for music, yoga and meditation into already potent waters.
Admittedly, there have been years of silence in there as well where I turned to other wellsprings of inspiration and sources of connection. Months have gone by where my guitar didn’t leave its case, my callouses softened and the old songs drifted further into the fields of lost memories. If we are lucky, we have found a small handful of true friends and formed a bedrock relationship that doesn’t demand daily connections. Or rather, it doesn’t demand daily reaffirmations that the connection between you is unbreakable and will not erode as you travel together through these lifetimes.
Without fail, the stars will align and something will pull the strings that will pull you back together. Eventually, I will yearn for the familiar feeling of that box of wood and bone sitting on my lap singing to no one and everyone. We will sing for the exaltation of simply being. And after all of this time, we would never ask each other where we’ve been, or what took us so long. We simply and easefully will pick back up our instruments, share some old stories and sip our coffee without missing a beat.
These are the relationships in life that create the connection that we are so often searching for. That reminds us that true happiness and contentment is our natural way of being. And that don’t blame you when from time to time you forget. Because the nectar in the rediscovery can serve to sweeten a sometimes bitter world.