My Dirty Little Secret

I’ve been toying with this question for years.

How do I get my two loves to meet in the same room?

The thing is, I adore hard, fast and loud music. But I also, unashamedly love crystals and meditating under the full moon.

I live and breath all that spirituality and law of attraction goodness.

But there’s a tug-of-war going on.

On the one hand, I’m a tight ripped jeans and black leather jacket wearing kinda gal that listens to heavy punk rock music.

Then on the other hand I’m an Ayurvedic Practitioner, dinging singing bells, and leading guided meditations.

Total opposites right?

For many years I have kept them separate. Like my dirty little secret that I was never going admit.  

Even the thought of sharing my love for manifesting and energetic healing with my fellow music lovers or rocking up to a buddhist meeting in leather felt like it was never.going.to.happen.EVER.

I’ve had countless conversations with folk who just for the life of them cannot understand why such a nice girl like myself enjoys listening to heavy “satan worshipping music”. “There must be something wrong with her!”

This judgement has become almost a fad of our times. But when I share with them that this type of music fills my heart with JOY not sorrow and spreads this happy oozing energy throughout my body, maybe the penny drops? Who knows.

I posed this question to my Ayurvedic lecturer years ago, “how is it, that some people (like myself) love listening to heavier music at times, and why is it seen as a bad thing?”

Her response was interesting. “Perhaps listening to that music helps channel the confidence, courage and anger.” Touché! My eyebrows raised, and I nodded in dazed agreement.

But you know what?

Some of the most spiritual and uplifting people I have ever met in my life, have been from the music scene. My husband is one of them and he’s the singer of a punk rock band!

It’s my music buddies that are a breath of fresh air. They are the – take me how I am -no bullshit, I think you’re great kind of people.

They don’t need to know how many hours I meditate, or if I’m plant based and zero waste. They are accepting without judgement, usually.  And that turns me on.

I don’t know if it’s hitting 30 or becoming more comfortable in the skin I’m in. But something has now switched, where I can air my spiritual healing laundry to everyone and still go out to gigs and not feel like I’m cheating on one of them.

Because it’s all intrinsically the same.

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