Wednesday, September 1, 2010
I believe in alternate realities, multiple universes. I can "see" some of these alternate realities, I can sense them (or I imagine I can). I'm more in touch with the details of some of these universes than others. In one alternate universe I know quite a bit about, my name is Reggie. I am a tall black man, long-boned, with knobby knees and elbows, big feet and hands. I'm very shy, awkward and softspoken. I wear my hair in natural dreads, wear faded t-shirts and jeans, and most important in terms of what I want to say today, I play the bass guitar.
The Reggie persona is one that I really "get," even though I am nothing like him physically or in terms of personality (me, softspoken? Uh ... I don't think so!) I really "get" his love of the bass.
Even here in consensual reality, I have always been entranced by the sound of bass guitar, by the feng shui of the bass. My first real boyfriend in high school, David Ingersoll, played bass in a band called the Soulphonics. Though he was a total sweetheart in every way you can imagine, I'm certain part of his allure centered around the fact that he played bass. The only time I've ever fallen in love at first sight was with Miles, who plays the bass. The greatest love of my life? Yep. He plays the bass (though he would prefer to play guitar, I think). Even my internist plays the bass! For heaven's sake.
With the idea of practicing happiness in the forefront of my mind yesterday, I sat for a couple of hours in a guitar shop, holding bass guitars and listening to the guy in the shop play different basses. They all sound so different, and feel so different, too. The guy in the shop was encouraging; I was hesitant to go in, thinking he might be disparaging. I imagined him thinking, Why does this old lady want to learn how to play the bass?
What actually happened is that he thought it was cool. He was clearly amused, maybe almost delighted by my interest. It was a lot of fun.
My spirit guides have been telling me lately: Be a cool cat at the end of a sizzling summer. Spirit guides are famously vague when they hand out advice. They want me to think, to work with their advice, not follow some literal instructions blindly, without contemplation and reflection.
What could be cooler than learning how to play the bass?
It's coming to me that there are moments in life when it's possible to create happiness, merely by following through on old plans and desires. I've wanted to learn to play bass since middle school. What have I been waiting for?