David Wilcox Music

Well the flight from Chicago to Detroit went great. Any flight that lands wheels-down on the runway is a great flight. Now I’m across the street from the Ark at the Shalimar Indian restaurant. I’m feeling pretty blissed out about being able to travel through this March heatwave in the Midwest.

I’m seeing everyone smile on the city sidewalks. We are all pretty ecstatic about the weather. This is like vacation weather. It’s a little taste of spring inside late winter. Even if it snows again and we have to wait through the cold for the second spring this year, we’ll remember this time as a glimpse of the promise of summer.  I am looking up at the budding trees and the beautiful glazed terra-cotta art deco architecture, and I feel like I belong because I get to play music tonight.
It is so cool to have a reason to be here.  I have work to do here.  I can encourage people to do their healing and reclaim their hearts from the pain of whatever they have been through.  I can push for making the world a more alive and awake place.

Of course that’s an impossible goal, as it should be.  Maybe the world won’t budge, but any good life purpose should be impossible.  That makes for job security.