I remember the first time I heard it. A lanky fourteen-year-old that had grown legs, but not an identity, hugging the cold hardwood floor on a hot summer day. The black plastic radio blared the hits today and yesterday. I rested my eyes, trying to push away the heat.
I do not remember the songs that proceeded or followed it, but I do remember the grin that broke out when I heard “…she checks out Mozart while she does Taebo.” As cliche as it sounds, my young teenage heart found hope in the confident uniqueness of Train’s “Drops of Jupiter” mystery woman.
I wanted to be her. Well, maybe not her, but someone who lived authentically even if it was slightly puzzling others. I hated the idea of being inconsistent, but her contradictions were not inconsistency, but rather her journey to connecting the very different parts of her life together. They made sense because she was herself. And it even inspired others to question and develop… “reminds me that there is room to grow.”
Since then, I have been “tracing my ways through the constellations” on a sort of “soul vacation.” I have been met and surrounded by a Divine Light, whose love, truth, and justice has pierced the darkness. The drops of Jupiter in my hair are cherish friends, big questions, and unexpected humor. I use this blog as a way to share some of the journey and find my voice.
Thanks for joining in, even if its for a moment.
“The true light that gives light to every man was coming into the world.”