The music of the soul!

British food has the repute to some of being rather bland#sadface# that deduction stems from individuals whose taste buds have been blinded so to speak by the continuous indent of spice and spike. On the contrary if there is anything typically referred to as "British cuisine" then I'd vouch for the tang that brings the soul to life with the blandness it carries.

You see each soul bears a sound, a song, a tune....some borne through the beat of an African drum, others a result of the most experienced of fingers gently strumming the strings of a cello, the gentle rich sound of the saxophone..... and then those a reflection of the waves of the sea reysing slowly to the end of the bank carrying with it the wealth of the sea simply to be picked up by the most delicate and keen:-)

The music of the soul.... For others at the first hearing is as bland as bland it self......you see what they've overlooked is the reality that certain tastes have to be acquired. Its only with passing time and a timeless consumption of the bland that one finds that so subtle taste that awakes every single cell of  one's being..........the truth is, a  rumbling of anything against another has its origin in the production of vibes...every movement delicately gives off a sound. At times the music of a soul is as tasteless as the elements that drum through the spirit. An empty soul dipped in the poverty of goodness vibrates a deprived bland tastelessness.

There's two dimensions to this.....one is the pleasant, gentleness and kindness to the bland and flat taste another is the superficiality and apathetic melody of the soul. Both are a result of an acquired taste....
We learn as we live that even the bland bears a tune...we find that what seems tasteless to one is the beating of the African drums for another. The life and soul of violin strings being tickled by the expert hands of one who has become one with it.

Bland to one.....bursting with vigour to another.

The music of the soul....:-)

Phoebe