What is the point of creation? It’s a question I’ve asked a lot over time and even more recently…less because I feel I still seek an answer to it than because I enjoy the quick fire response that comes boomeranging back from the ether every time; “I am the point of creation”. Quite literally, I AM the point of creation…as that point refined down to the tip of the paintbrush as it touches canvas, and as the focus point of me that creates my reality in every second of my experience through the choices that I make. And in a very practical sense, yes, I AM the point of creation because I do it all for me; there is no other “point” required by any of us, to justify what we create, beyond the fact that we do it for ourselves…and that is exactly enough.
With the timely echo-factor that is the familiar norm of my experience, the unwrapping of the newly delivered, long awaited ‘Muna‘ from Marketa Irglova yesterday revealed that the very first track of this album is entitled ‘The point of creation’ and her lyrics took me on a journey across rainbow bridges to the remembering of who I am and the reminder-refrain (which also closes the album) ‘You can have whatever you can dream of’. Yes, that’s exactly how we create.
The tracks in between these reminders skip and flow…in her own words, like a conversation…through encounters with archangels and with Mary and with LIFE itself…celebrations of living in the now-moment of ‘This right here’…and all the way through them, like a thread, runs an invitation to remember who you are, to grasp what has been forgotten, to feel into whatever was your original intention, the dream that brought you here… the very title of the album ‘Muna’ (Icelandic for ‘to remember’) is its prime descriptor.
I have loved Marketa’s gentle delivery of magic through song since I first tripped upon her live performance of the Academy Award winning song ‘Falling slowly’ that she co-wrote on the Jools Holland show, oh, a long time ago now…which led me through a passion for the musical ‘Once‘ (the film, also the stage production…which I went to see in the West End last summer) and all her collaborations with Glen Hansard and then her first solo album, Anar, which is amongst my very favourites. Yet it was clear to me as soon as I’d heard the first two tracks of this new album, looked forward to for over a year, that she has been on a very similar journey to mine since her last recordings. A brief look at her website confirms this over and over as she describes reaching a point where there seemed to be “A lack of teachers to learn from, masters to be initiated by, beacons of light to follow”. Of “going through difficult times and getting lost and feeling left alone to find my way back…Feeling encouraged to zoom out and widen the lens through which I look at the world”.
Continuing, she describes how:
“Experiencing this void, we are forced to look inwards. To connect with our own sense of ‘knowing’, to trust ourselves, to rely on our inner compass for guidance. Once this connection is established, we seem to come upon books we benefit from reading, music we benefit from hearing, people we benefit from meeting. We start hearing answers to our questions and in the end find also that when the pupil is ready, the teacher appears, although keeping an open mind about the form a teacher can take is of the essence. Sometimes, we need not look far, for much can be learned from a simple observance of nature, for example, or from children, who still remember much of what we have already forgotten. Other times, we only need a small nudge, a little bit of encouragement, a sign.”
Yes, yes and yes…such familiar turf. She then mentions how her writing was influenced by her reading of Neale Donald Walsh’s “Conversations with God” trilogy, which played an enormous role in my own process of waking up to a vastly bigger picture…and finding it all pointed back to a single point of interface between everything in creation and the current focus of its exploration, which is…ME!
Three plays in, back-on-back; (can I leave it a little longer before I press replay again?) this album holds me entranced. The whole energy of what it delivers, its lightness and lyrical magic, words that are disarmingly powerful held by a sound that is borderline ethereal..and the unmistakable sense of having tripped upon a fellow traveller, a familiarity, along what can sometimes feel like a solitary road. Marketa touches upon this in her own description of ‘Muna’ as she sends it out into the world hoping that those who happen upon it will unearth something meaningful from it, basically whatever is most called for at the time, and then thank themSELVES for bringing themselves to it. Yes, this is exactly the spirit in which I send creations out into the world…which is all wrapped up, once again, in that whole point of creation – point as in MEETING point – so that, without having to minutely prescribe how, when or why, we allow ourselves to become a sign on other people’s roads.