So… Folk huh? Oh God Berfin. What a topic you just chose. Good luck.
Well, a very important step into this realm of folk is for me to begin with sharing, that I cannot ever tell you anything that is a scientific, factual explanation. Although I can, I mean, there is Google. It just won’t ever be in my own words. So here, in my realm, try not to take anything in their legitimacy, but more so, the meanings through the lens of my own experience.
Folk is what I secretly grew up with my entire life. It was hidden in plain sight all along. All. Along. Fairytales, music, the kind of art which drew me in, the storytelling of the human tongue, passing down generations beyond our comprehension, myths, Greek Gods, a way of travelling without necessarily travelling, ancient in present moment, somewhere all parts of the Earth can merge.
I am lost in my dream of the Bridge.
The Bridge which binds us all, a bridge where we can all meet.
This is not to say the usual “we are all one” thing. We know deep down that we are. This is more, “we are all so different, but there is a place we can all meet, and we shall, if we let our feet guide the way, the feet which touch upon the Earth and listen to the heartbeat in every single macro and micro organism. So we shall meet in the place where we can all walk to.” And that, is the Bridge. Bridge which is human made, but a bridge nonetheless that cannot be in existence without the Earth. What an incredibly powerful thing this is.
Now, I tie that to the bridge, that is, music.
