Empty of Words
It started in the car. My cellphone with MP3 player plugged in to the speakers, Natalie Merchant started singing “I may know the word…” Hours later my ears sought other music to accompany the ghosts that Merchant roused. I listened to the whole of Hildegard von Bingen’s “Canticles of Ecstasy” followed by John Tavener’s “Svyati.” I thought if I keep surrendering to this, it was likely I would end up playing Jan Garbarek’s “Officium.”
That was yesterday, the day my mind needed to empty itself of words. Or perhaps of easily recognizable words.