It’s a strange feeling, to experience a great sense of loss and sadness over the passing of someone I never even knew in person, but I know that people the world over are experiencing precisely that right now.
Since Prince’s passing on April 21st 2016, I’ve been quietly wondering why this is and I feel it’s because in music we can do that rare thing which we humans find so incredibly hard to do and that is to set aside our differences, in order to come together and bask in the energy that reminds us, on a soul level, that we are all the same. Music also speaks deeply to us on an individual level, providing comfort and companionship when people can’t or are unable to. I can remember many times when music soothed me in a way that nothing else could.
To me, as a kid growing up in the 80’s and feeling different, like an alien here on earth, the fact that he was so obviously doing HIM and not imitating anyone else, accompanied by his unearthly sounds filled with subtle messages about the true nature of life and who we are, made me feel better about life, about myself and about being here.
He was an avatar of how it’s OK to be different, to tune into something that is considered *other* and that it’s possible to walk that path with your head held high no matter what people might say or think about you. That made him a hero in my books because what are heroes if not those that inspire us to stand up and be counted for the unique individuals we are and to share with the world the gifts that only WE can.
I sense that Prince knew exactly who he was and what he was here to do because he just didn’t mess about, he WAS the music all the way and all the time, he knew that with every cell of his being so he lived and breathed it and consequently left us with an absolutely HUGE body of work!
“I’m not a human
I am a dove
I’m your conscious
I am love
All I really need is to know that
I Would Die 4 U ~ Purple Rain 1984
I can’t help but feel that the world has lost a very great shining light, but as the great man himself sang:
“Sometimes it snows in April
Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad
Sometimes I wish that life was never ending,
But all good things, they say, never last
All good things, they say, never last
And love, it isn’t love until it’s past”
Sometimes it Snows in April ~ Parade 1986
From me and so many others I am sure, thank you sweet Prince for sharing your pure, undiluted, fearless and loving soul with us.