This discovery comes by the way of a Facebook friend from Austrailia. This friend, I have never met, but through correspondence, a relationship has grown through similar understandings of our individual realities. I’m grateful for the bond made with this individual that resides half way across the planet. Social Media seems a source of ugly societal uprisings, but on the flip side, it can be a source of great self-wealth through self-inquiry and self-understandings by relating. It is also a wonderful source for discovering new artists that can bring a new wealth of experience and inspiration. Tasha is clearly a wonderful talented being that has matched her talent, with her passion and plays, as well as the sun illuminates the night.
Tash is from Melbourne, Australia. I have found Australia to be a place heavy with talented musicians that rarely reach the ears of my fellow countryman. I’m just grateful that I have found a few to enjoy for myself as things being what they are. Tash has been playing instruments since she was three, and is a one lady show. She is the band. Give her a listen for yourself and let me know if you enjoy what she is creating as well as I do.
Links to Tash
The first song shared is my favorite of hers so far. The second is the most viewed on youtube and reminds me some of the song Maggot Brain in its funk. The third is Ted Talk where she is a little intimate with us about her path to the present and plays a little diddy as well. Plays it quite well, I will add.
Anatomy defines gender reality. Beyond that is a bit of chaos and confusion. Grateful that my sense of not being ok is harbored with my ignorance and not with my anatomy. Not being comfortable in your own skin is one kind of hell all to its own. Knowing that hell leaves me room to let my difference in reality flow peacefully, at least outwardly, in relation to those with confusing self-identifications that seem to clash with my understanding of the reality of nature. Man’s laws will not unravel the chaotic confusion present with identifications that clash with the core of individual realities. What else does compassion offer me to do, but to allow others the freedom of their own reality to the point it threatens my own freedom of reality. That is a line that is gray. Where does my freedom of reality cross into another’s and where does theirs cross into mine?
All war seems seeded by the lack of answers to the gray areas of realities. Love seems seeded by the lack of need to an answer to the gray areas of realities.
How much of our individual realities fuel our behavior and actions and how much of it is who and what we are as individuals and collectively?