You move me


Never knew the man behind the hat. Again, art understood fully in the rearview mirror. 

Hearing people speak of a vibrant man on stage, who they knew behind the scenes, was private and serene, spiritual, a philanthropist and devoted to his fans, moved me to understand. 

We see the shallow waters but the deeper waters submerge, where courage takes us into another person, if we are allowed. We learn to swim in humanity, in and with vulnerability. Are we only accepted by what we give? 

We are privileged when someone lets us enter their world. Out of respect we do not push. He was a musician not by lesson but by what moves within; the earth, the wind, the sky. Blue crashing waves, wave goodbye. Let’s believe his waves were purple. 

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