I leave for Mexico on Thursday afternoon. I am heading south to play Festival de Musicoterapia, or Festival of Music Therapy.
I was in Peru this past October when the organizers reached out to invite me to participate again this year, as I did last year. I agreed, and began preparing a concert presentation called “Medicina de la Selva,” Medicine of the Jungle, inspired by the sounds, rhythms, and energies of the Amazon rainforest from which I was in the process of receiving a deep and profound healing.
I flew home from Peru on November 8th just in time to watch Donald Trump be elected president.
It felt like a piece of my heart broke in watching that, although I have been told that our hearts never break, but instead it is the encrustations around our hearts that crack allow space for new growth and expansion.
In the grieving, fear, and rage that followed, a new mission arose clearly inside of me. I reached out to the festival and informed them that I would be changing my presentation. In light of my country having just elected a man to power that had spoken with such hatred and fear towards so many peoples around the planet, and towards the planet herself, and who began it all with a venomous attack towards the beautiful people of Mexico, it was no longer appropriate for me to arrive as a guest in their land and make the offering I had been preparing. A new responsibility had arisen.
And so was born “Puentes y No Muros,” or “Bridges Not Walls.”
I am embarking on this trip as an ambassador of my people. As a White, American man, I am going forth as an ambassador of peace and kinship, with a prayer of apology. I go to say that I am so sorry for the unwellness of my people, and for the ways that our unwellness has hurt them and continues to seek to do harm. I go to ask for forgiveness, and to recommit myself to being a bridge in this world between peoples and cultures and ideas, a passageway through man-made divisions and boundaries and separations, into a space of unification and oneness.
When I told my father of my intentions, he told me, “Make sure they know that there are many, many of us whose values and hearts and minds are not represented by our government.”
As I prepare for this trip, I am tending the garden of my own mind, heart, and body. I am pulling away from the constant bombardment of more fear and tension provided through all forms of media. There is a difference between being informed and aware, and being toxified and incapacitated by a perpetual feeding of the us vs. them war mindset, be it between our country and others or between the different ideologies at play in our own political arena. What we engage in and consume in terms of information and media is voluntary, and I cannot do what I came here to Earth to do, and I cannot fulfill my mission with this trip, if I allow myself to be put and kept in a state of tension and unrest. An angry person, an angry people, an angry generation, can never create an era of peace. We must find a calmness in the center of the storm, not to hide or pretend or ignore, but to be fully in the apex of our own power. And from that calm space, we can allow our actions of revolution and resistance to flow more efficiently and potently than they can when we are in the constriction of grief and rage.
So southward I will fly, a songbird of the Northeastern Woodlands of North America. I will carry my drum and guitar, and sounds and vibrations of forgiveness and accountability. I will carry water and allow myself to be a vessel for her healing and renewal. I will carry sacred tobacco with which to offer a prayer for my people, for the people of Mexico, and all beings with whom we share this Earth. And I will carry love and humility, the only tools capable of dismantling the weapons of Empire and sowing new seeds for the future.
Send your prayers with me so that they may carry me safely and swiftly through the skies, and I will offer my voice for all who wish to create a new world of fierce compassion and awareness of the radical interconnectedness of all Life.