THE GHANA CHRONICLES: Coda

 Going through the notes I jotted down while actually in Ghana, I found this entry I wrote anticipating me re-connecting to the Blog. Not earth-shaking, but since I wrote it, I might as well share it and show the contrast between the techno-crazed person I was before I left and the happier person I returned to after ten days in Ghana. 

The Return of the Traveling Music Teacher

 

10 days since the last entry and I’m a different person. Instead of that small, sniveling creature roundly defeated by machines, I’m a larger vehicle of Spirit whose intuitions have been wholly confirmed not by a few individuals, but by an entire culture. A culture who has lived them for centuries and shows no signs of trading them off for electronic gadgets. 

Wholly immersed in long days of exuberant, joyful, dynamic music and dance, deep conversations with friends, acquaintances and people I’ve just met, each day an invitation to enjoy the full spectrum of human connection, from the whimsical to the profound—in short, living on this earth the way we are meant to—help erase the pitiful shadows of humanity machine culture creates. The only antidote to living poorly is living well and I’ve felt the poisons leach out and the Spirit pour in. 

 

This new computer still refuses to connect me directly with the Blog and I’m sorry to lose that invisible thread with you, my readers. All I’ve managed to do is type out a few notes from each day with the thought I’d get to them later when the gate is open again. And I do miss my discipline of writing myself into the day or closing the day with a moment of shared reflection. 

 

So on this Sunday, an hour before we go to a church in the morning and traditional trance ceremony in the afternoon, I re-enter this long river of almost 14,000 Blogposts over 12 years, knowing that it may be another week or two before it fully joins the stream. Just the intentional act here of reviving the practice.

 

Dear reader, I know you’re just fine without news from my life, which has no import except in the ways that it has the possibility of touching yours. I know the World is certainly not missing me. But nevertheless, I persist “as if” it matters to report on the thoughts and experiences of this traveling music teacher. I suspect that by the time you read this, 10 or so more days will have passed, each one stamped with something memorable and worthy to share. Thanks for your patience and wishing you all joyful and memorable days, whoever and wherever you may be. 

 

See you down the road!