The Joy Is Unimaginable

How can anything that is not related to sex feel so good?

Answer:
It does relate to sex.
That was easy.


Food, the act of eating and sharing with others is as intimate as removing clothes and uttering words seldom heard in broad daylight.
So too, is music. Intimate, revealing, laying bare...literally. Either your soul or your body, but no one rides for free.
It is an act of love to give of ourselves this way. To play the music and sing the songs; to accept what you hear and be moved by it. It is very much a two way street.

I frequently am moved to tears of joy while playing. Often someone will ask, 'If I am okay?'
Two people seeing the same thing and taking two different things from it.
I am more than okay.

Knockin' On Heaven's Door got me thinking of my father, and the tears flowed. But I was in a happy place, reliving good times.

However, our culture and society have dictated a more "manly" approach. Tears? In public? And not at a funeral? Unacceptable..
At the same time, a heartfelt expression will bring any crowd with a pulse to their feet.
I saw an cute player weep after every love song and watched the female component of the audience melt.
I don't know if his expression was heartfelt - the guy in me saw a cynical use, an alterior motive. I still could recognize the power of sharing your emotions.

When I was a kid and did this is usually cost me greatly. I put myself way out there and it felt, invariably that my feelings got trampled in the end. I built a wall about me to protect myself.

Now that I overtly put my emotions out there, I seem to reap so much more than I sow. It is not that times have changed. It is that I, me, e has changed. I revel in sharing; I know this. Now I can do so with little reservation. What a difference in my life.
To give a piece of me...to you.