I’ve learned that if you dissect the hell out of something, you risk destroying it. Sure in the realm of science and research, analysis is a good and necessary thing. But in a person’s individual life – in their delicate, emotional, capricious, illogical emotional universe – too much inquiry, too much examination, has a ruinous effect. It deflates highs, creates confusion, and invents “issues” that may not actually exist.
In recent days, I have been stirred . . . thrillingly, blissfully, in body and soul. They are one, you know. Body and soul. To split them up is to commit a kind of dismemberment on ourselves. Our thoughts, feelings, and bodies together comprise a convoluted yet dazzling web. We are living, breathing latticework, where everything is connected, responding to ethereal forces and stimuli, both external and internal. It’s a glorious mess. It’s twisted and consuming, often distracting. Right now I’m swimming in the warmth, the awakening, the stirring. And there’s no way in hell I’m going to tamper with it. 🙂
In an appearance on the 1970s TV program “Frank Sinatra – A Man and his Music”, this is the great Ella Fitzgerald (my late father’s favorite jazz singer), performing “Body and Soul”: