I think I fall into a lot of cracks in terms of I'm too something. I'm too this, I'm too that. And my music has never really had a home. I've been this floating alternative. I'm too mainstream for alternative. I'm too alternative for mainstream. And I'm just kind of wandering. [K. D. Lang]
It’s an odd thing I think how we tend to want to fit into some sort of a defined space; or mayBE it is that we want others to know where to place us in the grander scheme of things. Whole histories and possibilities are lost in this practise. NOT everything fits somewhere.
Some things are just wandering about and it is okay to wonder without having anything verified or certain.
Trees go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast and far! [John Muir]
I am often forgetting that other people are likely as confused as I am about so much. I find myself assuming things and assigning meanings to things that might NEVER BE anywhere close to the truth. And then I operate as though my meandering mind wandering is WHAT IS SO.
Though really, Life is quite serendipitous…
I love you, Currie