“I had to tune my guitar to something that resonated with my bones.” Said, the elder of three sisters.
I tuned it with an app on my phone, first, so it was in 440 Hz, standard tuning. Then I tuned down until it resonated in my bones. Each string had to have that effect. I don’t know if it matches any scale known to anyone else but me, but it sounds and feels wonderful to me. I’ve been playing it all afternoon. It feels like my heart and soul is singing through the guitar.
Some kind of new song is trying to be born. I have been in labor for two days now. The contractions are getting stronger but there is no real sign of a substantial song, other than this new tuning.”
The sister with the sunbeam hair said, “If you sit back and relax, it will come to you in it’s own time. So many times we fret for nothing; if we just let it be, things work out just fine.”
The sister called Guruji, half for fun in a teasing way and half out of deep respect that would have embarrassed her if the other two sisters had not joked about it, laughed and the room filled with diffuse cobalt electricity.
This was the first gathering of the three sisters since the early days; it had been so long since they had gathered, in fact, that it was not a memory they shared, but a common twinge of homesickness for a home they couldn’t quite bring into focus–something long ago and far away, like a fairy tale with a bit of heartache.
The sisters sat facing one another and pooled their energy.
The galaxies were spun in this manner, and the three sisters fell easily into the rhythm of spinning.
Fall came, and winter, and all the seasons in their turn.
“I just can’t tell what this song will be.” the laboring sister moaned.
“The contractions are stronger.” Said the sister with sunbeams for hair.
“Hum.” Said the one they called Guruji. “I can almost hear the new song. Almost.”
Trout jumped in rainbow river. Fox walked on tiny fox feet five feet over to the neighbhoring den for five o’clock tea with her fox friend, and a wolf swallowed thunder on the ridge.
“Yes.” She said. “I can almost hear it.”