Mozart

I’ve fallen down a rabbit hole.

While doing the dishes the other day, I stumbled upon a documentary about Mozart. It was so wonderful, I’m still down the hole, digging. Digging for more knowledge. Digging for wonder. And actually…digging for me.

It is uncanny how creative minds share such delicate, common threads. Being at the whim of creation is one of those threads. Now days it’s called, an autistic ‘special interest,’ but back then it was called a genius obsessed or a tortured artist. Before I was diagnosed as Autistic, the only label I had for my deeper creative nature and the existential depth it carried was: ‘tortured artist.’

It occurred to me while watching the show that I relate to Mozart and his mad creative passions far more than I do modern day folk and the everyday water cooler.

This can be a lonely place to be, sometimes.

Mozart lived here, too.