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In the ongoing saga of my efforts to rebuild my professional life, I create a theme each week for my radio show sunday soul. The themes are either something which has inspired me, been heavy on my mind or in my heart, or a personal challenge for myself to take music into a new area of focus.

One of the hazards of producing so much output, and expressing myself so personally in the relative public of the internet is that people see what they want to see, they take this expression in whatever manner suits them. With images, music, and text, it’s often not really the same as the experience of being before me, and having a conversation. We (and I say we because I wouldn’t he fair not to include myself) often skip over things which seem heavy or unpleasant, click past paragraphs which people have spent hours and hours on, or we summarize what we think people mean to say in the first few words and maybe let our eyes drag over the rest of the text, maybe not. Some of us (and I am not like this) like to scout out the people we are interested in and come to our own conclusions about what they’re doing, thinking, feeling, or saying (often about us) like creepy stalkers, and don’t actually join into conversations. Some people just don’t have anything to say. It’s neither here, nor there.

I’ll say this. My themes are an expression of me. My musical selections are a reflection of what is interesting to me. I should think this would go without saying, but so often people relate to me, and particularly this week, as if I am “trying” to say something which I am not. I resent having to explain my themes before they are fully realized. If you are so inclined, please listen to the program and then if you have questions… we can talk about it in one of the many avenues I have wide open for conversation, dialog, and what little friendship this text exchange will allow.

This may seem academic, or even be entirely misinterpreted all over again…. but I felt based on the input I’ve received over the last 24 hours that it was time to state this again.

As for my theme this week:
Amour Muet:
It’s french, and it means “Dumb Love.” To me it is a play on words, and playing with cumbersome words is amusing, delightful, and a pleasure for me.
Love… we we all have our own experience with what that word means.
Dumb…. well, there’s dumb as in mute (as in can’t speak) and there’s dumb as in stupid, or ignorant… lacking in common sense… there’s dumb as in silent, a poetic adjective… without response, or making a choice not to report any sound.

There’s nothing wrong with a silent love, or being so full of love that you can not speak, or even with choosing to silence the unstoppable love deep within you (good luck with that.) For me the adjectives are what make life worth living… playing with them makes my life a lot of fun. It is the insoluble nouns which are more worthy of our attention in my opinion. Something to accept, to let go of, to reflect upon, and meditate over.