The other day I was listening to some of my own music from 18-20 years ago, and felt that it is important to my present-day self to reflect on the art of my former self. Not to find the youthful bravado as well as its inevitable mistakes and learn from them, although that’s informative. Not to reconnect with some deeply personal intention I might have had at the time, although that’s helpful, too. But the main gift of reflection is to hear or see one’s own work truly afresh, as if with the eyes and ears of an outsider, and learn that way about one’s soul.
In this process of discovery, change and consistency are not mutually exclusive.