It is under nothing less than the spell of love that I write these words for you. Watching you work on and compose this music – and very much laboring alongside you – has been an immense treasure covered in miraculous detail. Lunar and solar cycles of natural rhythm, green light, the generosity of unseen forces, has filled us during these past three years. I know multiple worlds because of our love for each other of almost a decade (!). The immense vistas and tiny islands of the world we have traveled. I have known tears in my eyes from your guitar playing; that the moon is called the light for the dead in your tongue; to be humbled in the temple of all-love: these are just some of the moments in time captured and crystallized by my soul and yours.
Love is a beautiful and messy thing. It requires the most from us and gives simple perfection in return. This nothingness is transformed – delivered – into fire flames, as you so wonderfully sing, by open hands extending into the great oceans and winding rivers of life that we sail together.
The spectre of death haunts these songs you have made, yet so too the great and fertile tree of life. To have worked on this project together and to love and support and grow with you is life’s greatest adventure thus far. I have had a few teachers in this life, yet none of them spurn as much growth and expansion in me quite like you. As the mystery undoes and loosens the plot on the story of our lives, as the fire creases and consumes the pages of the tale, my passion for it all grows more and more rich with possibilities. Congratulations on this step – both fascinating and inane – as we continue to journey this mysterious and wonderful life together.
Maite zaitut, Amaia.
