Transported Away

Listening to certain songs always take me to places in my soul that usually remain dormant or forgotten. The imagination takes away the physical boundaries around and replace them with emotions and shadows of forms. It creates a world where you know it's not quite right, but there is something in this created world that needs to be explored and understood. Old wounds, now healing scars, still carry with them memories so vivid and overwhelming that these songs I hear cause me to return to a place where something that evokes the memories of wounding comes forth.

Is it a bad thing? Not at all because ultimately, if we have laid our wounds onto the Saviour's shoulders then we have nothing to worry about in reminiscing. There is nothing wrong with allowing an outside force to help us remember our mortality and that we have experienced things in this life that are unique and precious to us. The art of daydreaming is sold short anymore. There is nothing wrong with someone how imagines emotions that occur in a jousting arena even though they've never been there, nor is there anything wrong with imagining hiking up Machu Pichu. I have always known that music has a unique quality to help people become in tune with the Spirit more. If you don't believe me, put in a song that has memories attached to it and truly listen to the words and the instruments and how they interact with each to make up the song.

There are songs that help us remember that our humanity is frail, wonderful and especially a blessing. There are songs that help us purge feelings of anger, frustration and sorrow. There are songs that if we aren't careful, can draw us into a place where instead of placating the negative, it feeds it. These are random thoughts that I'm having as I listen to many songs that I've discovered myself in. I always catch myself stopping as the song takes me to a place where I can see clearer about myself. People have said that minds are terrible things to waste, but I would argue that an imagination and a place within oneself to truly see themselves is a tragic waste if lost. Part of the journey to know thyself is to find what helps you meditate. For me it's music, for another person it's complete silence. Yet others find their solace in the chatter and laughter of children.

The beauty that this life has to offer is that we can cater to our needs. Never settle for just getting by... in my opinion you're already on your way down. Never placate yourself into thinking that the sky is too high because it never will be. Heavenly Father wants us to exceed all the expectations out there for us, find yourself as best you can. You will never stop finding yourself, but one day, you'll hear something and find yourself on a plane where your hurts are objects to gaze upon and lives unfold into works of art and value. Let yourself be transported away to find yourselves. The Gospel is true.