Tuning through the body: it's visual and it's physical - doing things through image and action. Bringing energies and vibrations humming around us into material manifestation. Creating form to all the sexy desperate urgent explosive as well as mundane quiet passive sustained imperatives and intentions within us and around us. I can DO these energies, inhabit them - or rather, let them inhabit me, let them play me.
The key of Jesus - a key of hope and release forever, of salvation. It's a good key. But I want to play more right now in the key of Mary, or the young girl annunciating herself in her underwear and tank top on the floor of her messy bedroom - an image from a painting I just saw last weekend. Sometimes it's time to tune to the key of the unknown - darkness, turmoil, of death or destruction poised beside you, of the wheel turning, thrashing you tied to its curve down into dark waters again and again.
The gasp of air on the other side, the filling of the lungs with renewed or sustained life - maybe that's Jesus, or other names of companionship and hope. As with most things, it is a matter of timing, emphasis, rhythm.
