So I am sitting here. Ah the time of Libras… Good ole October. I sit here in the dark. Just three lights make anything visible.
The restroom light causes unique and intense shadows to cast across the room.
A single blue LED lights up a small area off to the right just enough to make the eye causally wonder that direction. Make the mind ponder and relive old times of chasing blue lights in the snow.
The laptop’s light is bright and illuminating with the sounds of Chopin rolling thru the speakers in the most calming and soothing fashion.
Chopin. I love music. It sooths the soul, enlightens the mind, and dances with one’s heart.
I am reminded though while my three angels drift off to sleep to such classic of a more humorous incantation.
One of my top movies is Tombstone. I can see the seen now with Doc playing Chopin on the piano while being taunted by a Cowboy. That movie has so many layers. If you are a fan of the American Wild West and have never seen it, I highly recommend it. Face value it’s a story of three brothers and their friend trying to fade away into the chaos of the West and make their fortune.
Deeper it is a story of brotherly love and bonds of friendship unbreakable; not even by evil and death.
Even deeper it is a story of ones duty to family and how to rebuild the life one deserves after the debt of duty has been paid.
It always strikes a chord with me and reminds me that even though we all face out trials; in the end hard work, faith, love, and justice is all rewarded and the heart and soul gets what it needs to flourish.
Now as silence falls between songs, I can hear the soft snores of the children and the shadows dance around them as their bodies shuffle every now and then from their dream induced state. Soft cool breath tip toeing over my arm causing my hairs to dance to the chords of the next song as it starts.
Its long moments like these that make all the cares, worries, and stress in the world worth it.
So I pick up my drink and share a toast. To my kindred spirits Wyatt Earp, Doc Holiday, and to the spirits that Frederic fucking Chopin stirs on this hollowed October night.
Sweet Dreams my angels, and to all those spirits that guide my soul.
May your soul not hunger tonight, may you find true love, happiness, and room service.
– Static Magick
aka Soulbound Heart