Gord Downie: A True Passionista

I’m not a music groupie.

I’ve always “liked” a wide range of musicians without solely devoting my interest to any one genre or artist.

If you’ve been to my Nia classes, you know I can rock out to all kinds of music. I feel so much soul in a musician’s offering.
And yet…this is different.

When I was in grad school, I connected with the Tragically Hip.
Deeply. Honestly.
In a way I’d never known. Ever.

In particular, Gord Downie.

Today we learned he has brain cancer.
Incurable. Terminal.
I cried and *felt* what I don’t often feel.
(Or let myself feel).
Grief.

Why? I don’t know the man.
Why would grief come into my reaction to today’s news?

Gord’s relationship to lyrics and performance is so energizing to me.
He is passionate and passion really turns me on.
With a wide smile and a flutter of excitement, I have watched him perform live several times.
I remember one concert at Massey Hall where he played with his handkerchief;
kicking it up with his feet, picking it up between two legs,
throwing it into the audience.
I caught faint giggles when he thought of something new he could do with it.

In his dancing, I see authenticity – a true “dance” with his music.
I see a body that moves with and through his music with a freedom to express wholeheartedly.

His playfulness is real. Undeniable.

He exudes presence, joy and mastery of his chosen path.
And his deep spirit has a connection with mine.

I think I have gotten to know myself a *tiny* bit better through those profound lyrics and his passion.
And, frankly, grieving with a community is so much easier than taking on the task on my own…

May your journey be light and full of love from here on out, Gord.