Blackmore's Night- An Honest Love ~

When I come home after a long day, begin to sing, stomp my feet, and let my hair dance loose around me, I am finally free. There is a primitive burst of wild magic that flows through a piece of music that you can listen to at any moment, whether it be in the shower, the car, or to the soft sound of chewing dinner. A raw, reckless freedom that lives in each one of us, forced into suppression during the greater part of life- at night, or in the whimsical time-slot, it finally comes home. It is love, in its true form. Can you hang it from a chain, can you tug it loose and release it- does it flow between two people in the light of moon. Or, contrary to what most people believe, can you live within it? At times, a piece of artwork, musical epiphany, or a sonnet touches one so deeply, and calls the heart so deep, that you have no reason to doubt it.




This is what we call love, in all its honest, truest, and most raw form. It may be manipulated, shadowed, and hid to the point that we do not recognize it. However, it is ever present, and it will always come back to us . . . if only we have the courage to release that touching rendition- it will always be present. And, how wonderful it is to always feel what a person does in a single minute, to always be influenced by music! To be in harmony with it all of the time, and always able to step back into that sphere of fervent desire and intense feeling . . . that is what I call love. And thus, here I am saying with all of my soul, a deep thank you to Blackmore's Night for making it possible, and enriching my life so. Many thanks for your riches of truth, and the heart which I can now hold in the present.




Link to Blackmore's Night music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tnqzUuZRbmo