I will touch briefly on the birth of stars.
Our Miracle Universe, absolute darkness. Not a hint of light. No stars anywhere. No sounds of any kind. Nothing of any kind. Nothing at all.
Then suddenly a huge explosion like the universe has never known before, and probably will never know again.
In a matter of seconds, the universe was engulfed in a huge cloud of hydrogen gas.
The Big Bang had just occurred. From a tiny point called a singularity in the universe, the universe as we have come to know was born.
Whenever I paint something: the walls of a room, a piece of furniture, an oil painting – I really look forward to seeing it again when it is dry. It’s like God, time, something unseen needs to intervene to finish it.
It’s not done until it’s really all done.
The same with gluing something together – next day, all those pieces are one whole thing again. The same with waiting for the scrapbook page to dry or waiting for pottery to bake.
Now, some people would rather wait for some muffins to bake far more than some pottery to bake. I understand this well.
Musical beginning of Claire de Lune performed by and courtesy of Amber Short - https://www.ambershort.us/media/music/piano/Claire_de_Lune.wav
I’ve found that “Claire de Lune” has a very healing sound. I use muscle testing, also known as kinesiology, to test on a scale of 1 to 10 the power of healing for a particular piece of music.
The instrument doesn’t matter. It is the underlying music that presents this healing quality.