Coming to Nashville with big dreams that seem much too large to fit in a pocket, but they do, and they make sense in my pocket. It’s not hard to see how this could become a pattern, because I’ve already fallen into it so easily. Enjoying the few first moments here at a Nashville luxury hotels for the beginning, a treat for before the move into living here. It sounds so much harder than it actually is. There’s plenty of moments in front of me, and on nights like this, they seem so much greater than the moments behind me, and there’s time to breathe several sighs of relief, every one delicious.
The city opens up like a wall of mirrors, not like the ones in the funhouses where I grew up daydreaming about myself staring at myself in rivers. These mirrors are all true, and in the daytime they are only shadows, but at night they glow. This is the first place I’ve been where the song about Echo first starts to make sense, and this tells me I might have been onto something, and for a long time, too. This is enough to keep going for another week, and then after that there’s a strange faith that new inspirations are around the corner.
My favorite song, and the one no one will ever hear, is the one about Orpheus and Eurydice . That’s the one that brought me here, and it seems fitting now that there would have to be some loss before all of this that lies before me. Nashville is more of a mystery than I could have imagined, and my imagination is larger than the dreams in my pocket. The first part of any story is getting to know the main characters, so I am keeping my eyes open for who I might meet. But I understand from the myth that I won’t recognize the key players at first, they will only reveal themselves when time starts to unfold, beyond my control, and far beyond my dreams.
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