Strings of Imagination: E, A, D, G, B, E


I am reinventing myself again. It’s time to forge fresh circuits in my brain. A change of sonic scenery is helping as I get back to the basics of guitar. Starting over is at once humbling and liberating. I’m surrendering to meditative motions, feeling the sweet simplicity of single notes swell into a scale or pattern. My fingers mindfully stretch across frets, as though reaching for the next bead on a rosary. Musical mantras quiet the intellect, crack open spirit in tones and semi-tones. Neural networks are fortified. I’m hearing new colours, a persuasive palette of poems forming in the mouth of an electric guitar, strings of imagination waking, a swirl of serendipity singing.

Leave a comment