Sunday, August 2, 2009

An Unfinished Song

Our lives speak loudly about our beliefs. We're all walking belief systems. Our belief system is exposed in how we express to and in the world, how we choose to appear in public and be in private. Our beliefs show in our choices of what to put in the collage of people, situations, and items we accept in our environment. Beliefs show in how we spend our days and live our lives, how we treat others and how we treat ourselves, what we want people to know or not know about us. The energy each and every one of us gives off (whether we're aware of it or not) is our calling card. It can attract or repel like either side of a magnet.

As the layers of MJs life keep unfolding and a few of the many secrets he took with him to the grave reveal themselves, I am not only honoring the King of Pop who had a painful life, yet gave and gave and gave the exact thing he needed most...but I am recognizing what a teacher he was and continues to be even moreso in his passing!

When I look at Michael Jackson, the teacher, I learn that a great teacher inspires others to keep learning and trying new things. A great teacher innovates and reframes old ways of doing things that keeps them fresh and new. An excellent teacher raises their own bar and never stops learning. I can't leave out that the best teachers will expose their mistakes, so others will learn from them too.

I understand Neverland Ranch has too many bad feelings connected to it to be the location of a museum to honor the legend, but is there another place symbolic of MJ to resurrect a museum called Forever and Everland? Could there be a new theatre with a museum attached dedicated to the greatest entertainer ever? Maybe even rename the Staples Center? Maybe that's a layer still waiting to unfurl.

It's so sad that his song ended right in the middle before the much awaited crescendo, but because this song went unfinished I hope it inspires us to look at and perhaps rewrite our own songs and put more feeling into the composition and each note we still have left.