Rock Music and Big Dreams

I have a secret to share.

For many years I have held the dream of working with rock musicians.


That’s right. When I first entered the healing and coaching world, my Big Dream was to work with bands – with the guys (or girls) making serious waves in the world through their tunes.

I had more than a few people tell me this was crazy (okay, there were only a few people who didn’t tell me it was crazy).

But that didn’t matter.

The pull was real and it was deep.

So I persevered. I made it happen. I worked back stage at festivals and other shows doing reiki and reflexology. While I wasn’t using the truest of my gifts (energy coaching), it was close enough.

And I was utterly thrilled by the whole of it – by being able to make a difference for those who were making a difference for thousands of others, even if just for a day.

I was filling the people who were filling others.

I was doing it in a setting that brought me endless joy (live music).

And it was beautiful.

Until I saw it slipping away.

See, I wasn’t interested in pounding down doors in LA and NYC, just to get a gig – and I came to see that’s what it took to get into the scene. I tapped every resource I had: a friend who writes for Rolling Stone, others who are producers or musicians themselves. There were just too many layers for any but the most toughened person to get through.

And I certainly wasn’t going the step further of offering “favors” in order to be invited to work at gigs, as I was told is often the norm.

No, not my scene. Not in the least.

So I came to see it as the impossible dream that everyone had told me it was.

I let it go.

And in all honesty, I thought it was gone.

Friends would ask me about it from time to time, and I’d genuinely say that I had moved on to working with other types of “change agents,” and that I loved this new direction my work had taken me.

And I do!

That hasn’t changed.

But today, something did change.

I stumbled upon a music video that moved me. And then another that was too beautiful not to share. And then something called me to track down Mumford and Sons at Red Rocks (see above), which is an all-time favorite. And then I was hooked.

I was reminded that my Big Dream is alive and well.

I was reminded because instead of just listening, I actually took the time to watch the music being made.

And there it was: the magic.

The pull.

I watched the musicians allow their gifts to move through them. I watched the years of blood, sweat – and surely tears – that brought them to where they are. I watched the looks, smiles, nods, and every other form of subtle communication that happens between band members as they navigate the waters of creating art. Together.

And I watched the crowd.

I watched as the joy picked them up and carried them in a flow that was the music. I watched as the vibration literally moved through their bodies, and raised them up, if even for only an hour or two. I watched as tens of thousands of people celebrated, danced, reveled. Together.

And I watched the musicians as people who were pouring their life force into the love of their lives: their music. I watched, knowing that they were in the flow of creation, an alternate space, a peak experience, a place where transcendence happens.

And I watched something else, too.

(Recommendation: Start at 49:08 and don’t stop until 55:08!)

I watched the humanness of these guys, knowing that their challenges are just as real as the rest of ours, in spite of the bigness of their lives.

I watched knowing that their challenges are actually amplified by life in the spotlight, by the difficulties of being a hero while on tour, and then a regular person once they return home. Home, to a partner and maybe kids, or to no one. To dishes to be washed and bills to be paid.

Home, where they no longer have their band of brothers next to them, or their fans there to worship them.

Home, to a life without those grand hours of creation.

Home, to existence as a mere mortal, no longer in the space of transcendence.

This, I thought. This is the space that is calling me.

But here’s the thing: this time, I feel it in a grounded, balanced way. I feel it powerfully, keeping pace with the knowing that it will come in its own time. I no longer feel the need or desire to chase it. Instead, I am fully content to know it’s on its way. And I am as thrilled as ever to continue the work I am doing now, with the amazing souls I’m currently serving.

There’s such freedom in this knowing.

And truthfully, there’s a whole lot of joy that is coursing through my veins, because today I visited one of my happy places: watching music being made and an entire crowd of people being lifted. Together.

 

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