The Blackstone Friends of the Library and some others sponsored last night a magical talk by Thornton Cline, a songwriter and writer of children books that include original songs, and it took me a while to realize what this talk was meaning to me, not as interesting information but as a metaphor. We go to talks and hear the speakers’ story of how they got started—Thornton started writing songs and playing the piano as a child—and last night was no exception. Halfway through the talk I got inspired. When you get inspired by someone, it is always a surprise because something has to shift from the talk being about another person to being about you. Je Suis Thornton Cline, says the metaphorical shift in meaning.
Thornton Cline, a man with an infectious laugh and sparkling eyes, followed his heartfelt desire to write songs, and then that spilled into writing books. He is an open faucet, and the flow gets easier, not harder as he gets older, he said. His talk was autobiographical, but he reminded me of the King Arthurs’s Grail Knight, Sir Percival, who on his quest for the Grail dropped the reins to his horse and let his heart felt nature lead the way, entering the forest where there was no visible path. When you follow your heart you go where no man has gone before.
Life is your song when you follow your heart. You never know what the next note is going to be, but you know it’s going to be there if you surrender to the silent music of your life. There are two ears: the mind hear’s the sound of thought and makes its choices from the either/or choices presented there. But the Heart also has ears, however, the music it hears makes no sound. The heart picks up the silent notes between the notes of the mind and follows them, even going against the music of the mind. Other people think you are crazy because they can’t see the path you are following.
What is the guide for the Heart? Faith. One has to have blind faith that your music is playing in the stillness. You follow the subtle sound,you pick up the faint note, you listen to what’s not being heard. Open yourself to your own nature. Songs grow there.