“The music is not in the notes, but the silence in between.” ~ Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
When I was 16 a girl named Rowan drew a picture of me. The picture was me as the roman god Apollo.
We had been together for 3 years at that point, and for another 3 after. She knew me like few people will ever know me.
That picture still hangs on my wall to this day. She’s an amazing artist.
Apollo is the roman god of healing, truth, poetry, art, prophecy, truth, the sun, light, and…music.
Here I am starting a healing center. With a music garden. And there will be art. And sun. (Obviously)
Either she saw me and my future, or the image has become a part of me as it’s been on my wall for almost ten years.
Or it’s both. The universe works in mysterious ways.
Now, for years the image didn’t hold a lot of meaning, beyond it being a good drawing of me.
Now it holds so much.
In that time I began to become who I am, and who I will be. And silently waiting was a drawing sitting on my wall.
But if it wasn’t, would it still hold the same meaning?
The music is in the silence in between.