This Morning Among Other Mornings

I woke up this morning with a very specific phrase holding itself aloft amid the fog and reorientation of sleep's end, and it encouraged making some music to go with it. My fingers moved in tandem with observations of feelings, desires, reticences, joys, fraught realizations, emptyings and fillings: a meditation in motion, in movement, in honest evaluation. "Breaking through..." (the title) came before being aware, as most of us are now, of some awful news from France; the music couldn't help but be influenced, and the title took on an added dimension. Awful things happen all the time, but some resonate more immediately and deeply. May peace be at the center of our new reality.