The past few days, I have been listening to music from Lebanon and from Israel. So passionate, romantic, seething with the urge to brush the hand of God with their music and songs. I can feel the breath of my ancestors upon me, the dirt and the rock and the vibrant spirit that pulses through the earth itself.

I know precious little about foreign politics and holy wars, but I do understand the language of music. Whatever war or power struggle these countries are engaging in, they are vibrant people who are fighting for the same thing. They just see it differently.

This music, it takes me where I need to be right now. Which is a place of understanding the heart of my own personal matters, and seeing passion and committment for what it truly is.