I had an epiphany the other day, but I’ll start with the back story first.

When my mother asked me which instrument I wanted to play as a child, I told her “the harp.”

“Girl! The harp ain’t in the band. Pick something else!” I chose the flute. Within a week, I was helping my flute teacher teach the flute class. I guess you could say, years later, I was a bit of a flute master, but harp was my heart. All the while, I was playing the piano on a daily basis & singing in church on Sundays with my gospel-singing mother.

When I attended college, I decided to take harp lessons, and picked that up quickly too. I didn’t realize until about a month ago, when I had an experience with this entity which spoke to me about music, that this ability to pick up instruments & learn them was a gift.

The epiphany: musical instruments are merely other voices or textures from which to speak. The voice is an instrument. The flute is an instrument. The harp is an instrument. One should experiment with different textures (instruments) to make their point. That’s what I plan to do. I’m stepping into it.

The pen is an instrument as well. Instruments can be weapons, depending on how it’s used, that can be used to lift up or tear down.

The entity’s name is “Inspiration” and when it presents itself, you have to roll with it.

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