The power of a musical phrase is more than we can comprehend. I remember some years ago feeling deeply that if I could reincarnate as anything in the world it would be as a musical phrase in Mozart’s Requiem that explodes my heart and moves my consciousness every time it sounds, or is even remembered. I thought — that is what I want to be, something that simply pure, moving and enlightening.

Last night a phrase of music in Paul McCartney’s tune called Anyway, the opening notes that also repeat in the song, sounded in my mind over and over again as I went in and out of a very troubled sleep. It was on autoplay, I wasn’t trying to hear or remember it. Finally it felt like the music moved me to a heart place where I could tolerate the deep discomfort and sorrow I was feeling. After going in and out of sleep with that one phrase repeating and sustaining me, I awakened to a decision that I was not even imagining I might be called to make right now, a big and difficult one.

As I went through today attempting to assimilate the night’s work, the phrase kept repeating. I now believe that it was the actual, literal physics of that music took me to where I needed to go in consciousness. Even now I can only sustain the intensity of the decision I made if I recall it.

Anyway. Music is a power. Beyond description or comprehension. Divine. Intense. A reckoning.