Barefoot and Bold, day 25, 8/6/10
Beautiful MaMuse
It’s been 25 days now that I haven’t worn shoes. When I got ready to go out to see MaMuse in concert at Empty Sea Studio in Phinney, I was planning which shoes to wear with my clothes. I forgot; I was glad when I remembered because none of my shoes were inspiring me at that moment. I still feel kind of stupid at moments and have that desire to explain myself; but nobody’s asking, so there you go.
MaMuse made me cry. Those are two lovely musicians, making uplifting, inspiring music. Both, Karisha and Sarah take turns on the big double base, plucking sly and body-centered rhythms. Both have fantastic, lilting voices; Karisha a little pluckier, Sahra a little more soaring. They complement each other to perfection. They also take turns on the mandolin, play guitar and bouzouki and various flutes. The songwriting is so good, you know they’re not relying on talent alone. I wanted to write that their music reminds me a little of the Be Good Tanyas’s Ruben and Jolie Holland’d The Littelest Birds, but I just listened to both and it’s not at all like that. (For one, there’s no banjo or harmonica.). Maybe they’re influences, but MaMuse is quite unique and just as good or better. My friend Rajeev invited me to see them, because he did so a couple of weeks ago at the Mystic Garden Party in Ashland, OR. I haven’t been yet, but whatever it’s like, it can’t be more mystical, more garden than MaMuse.
Best of all is the ecstasy with which these beautiful and vibrant young woman weave their magic. This music is a natural and earthy church, the songs are invocation and the performances clearly are the fulfillment of their destinies.
Because these days I’m barefoot and bold, I intruded upon them in the dressing room to tell them that I would like them to play here at the Green Lake Spiritual Center. When I told them that it sounded like they were living their purpose (and they agreed) I couldn’t help but cry. This is what I used to do, but for me, it felt empty. I find this kind of fulfillment during Bhakti Circle and teaching and guiding meditation.
Back to barging in on them. I’ve never done anything like this. This is part of what I mean that I hardly recognize myself. I just knew I couldn’t just duck around and write them an email later, saying “Um, I saw you at a show in Seattle…” That would be lame.
Later they dedicated a song to me: Little red Bud, about listening to your heart and believing in what it tells you.
I do, but I wonder, where are you? I have so much I want to share with you. Today, one lovely person attended the guided meditation. It was lovely and a little lonely with just the two of us.
Come to Bhakti circle. Let’s share. Let’s talk about what I mean when I say My love, You are God.
Love and namaste,
India