Do you always need a song to sing?
What about improvisation?
What I am doing right now, the writing process, is improvisation?
When the improvisation is finished, inspired by the moment, some polishing is needed to get a finished post. However, that post will remain unchanged for a long time, until I want to re-use it for something else, or rewrite it.
So creativity starts with inspiration, and then improvisation uses past and experience to make something around that inspiration. A second part is making a finished object. That object, a blog post in this case, has to be read. The post is the song. Once the post is read, the post is dead. Once the song is no more sung, the song is dead. So it looks more like the song is preventing me to sing something new, but even without a song I can still sing.
children singing …
Whining children are in fact singing a sad song. The song I have in my head, is not the one belonging to the whining children. My memory tells me that in the month of May it must be 25 degrees, but today, it isn’t. My memory tells me that children are not supposed to whine for a long time, but today they did.
If however, I can abandon my song, the one in memory, and improvise a new whining song with them, I will love their presence, and they might change their notes while we improvise something together. And then we might notice that the sad whining tunes changes into something else. (but not always )
the wake up song
When I wake up, I’m singing a song. It might come from my last dream, or from an unfinished story belonging to yesterday and past. This January, I wrote about this song in a different way, and called it my Ramsay-meter.
But this song can be improvised upon, it has to follow the wave of being in the present. If I’d keep singing the song of a bad mood when waking up, I would never change my mood.
If I don’t feel love when I wake up, it is not my lack of improvisation or inspiration keeping me away from love. Somehow there is a mechanism in my brain, holding on to the bad mood, the whining song, the song about ‘stupid life and crazy people’.
But I don’t have to stay in that place the whole day. Every moment is a new opportunity to improvise the song of that moment, the song of now. In that song, adjectives change fast, and can be retuned to the source of inspiration, whenever the moment is now.