Where Contemplation Began
A behind-the-scenes reflection on the inspiration and emotion behind my spoken jazz recording.
Contemplation came from one of those quiet internal moments that many of us experience but rarely speak about aloud.
The reflection begins here.
Read it. Hear it. Live in it for a moment.
The kind of moment where the day has finally settled, the noise fades, and your mind slowly drifts toward memories, experiences, and reflections that still carry a pulse somewhere beneath the surface.
Not necessarily with sadness.
Not even with longing.
Just awareness.
While writing this piece, I found myself thinking about how certain moments never completely leave us. Conversations. Crossroads. The could-haves. The should-haves. The moments that never completely disappeared, but softened with time. They become part of our internal rhythm in ways we don’t always recognize until life grows quiet enough for us to hear them again.
I think we all do it.
A song plays.
A scent lingers.
A feeling rises.
And suddenly your mind drifts backward.
That’s the space Contemplation lives in.
What I love most about the piece is that it permits reflection on the past without turning it into regret.
That’s why the closing lines matter so much to me:
“When the past calls my name,
I let the moment flow through my mind,
a soft refrain of reflection,
and call it what it is,
another moment of contemplation.”
It's a reminder that you can revisit a feeling without reopening a wound.
You can let a memory pass through you, sit with it for a moment, breathe with it gently, and simply call it what it is... Contemplation.
This piece lives on my album, Reflections in the Rhythm of Life, a spoken jazz journey where poetry, groove, and reflection move together in rhythm.
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