I wrote a blog post yesterday (Thursday, actually). And I saved, and saved, and previewed and proofed and saved . . . and then I added an image, and when I previewed with the image, the image wouldn’t show up. So I did stuff, removed and added it back, saved, yadda yadda yadda, and when […]
Being a musician, I have spent most of my time with men, for most of my life. There are numerous reasons for that, but most of them are not relevant to the points I want to make. That may be fodder for another post. For most of my life, most of the people who happened
Did you have a good Thanksgiving? I had Friendsgiving here, which was just fantastic. No pressure, no pain, no stress, no guilt . . . No weight gain, either, because I feasted with other health nuts, and we ate in moderation. I feel warm, but not puffy. Full of peace, but not bloated. Satisfied, and
This song is true. The first two verses are about people I knew who recently took their own lives. The third verse is what I hope will become more and more true. Eckhart Tolle’s remarkable book, “The Power of Now,” recommends becoming an observer of our thoughts. Feeling something difficult? Take a step back and
It’s time, and it’s about time. It’s always all about time. Time is one of the oceans we live in. Sound is the other. Both are, apparently, as close to infinite as it gets. You just can’t run out of sound. You can run out of things to say, but you’re still making noise. Breathing,
Journey and journal come from the same root, but by slightly different routes. The Latin word diurnum means “daily portion.” The English word is a combination of the French journee, meaning daily travel for work, and the old English word diurnal, which has come to mean the day divided by daylight and dark. The combination
I sing to my clients. I sing to call in guides and angels, or to connect with their higher selves. I sing because it seems more powerful to me than just speaking the words. And my clients tell me it makes what I do seem so mystic, so special, so magical, so holy. But when
I fell in love with the guitar when I was three years old. My parents let me stay up late to watch the Smothers Brothers one night, and the minute Tommy Smothers walked out with that big blonde Guild of his, I was hooked. “What is that?” “That’s a guitar, honey.” “Can I have one?”
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Musicians spend a lot of time in The Now. We drop in to Now-time every time we bring our heads and our hands together, even when we are performing. Once in a while, we reach an altered state and the lights, the mics, the direct boxes and amps and audience and everything fades into mist,
I’ve been doing a lot of reading and contemplating about our primal archetypes, the ones that are so ancient and so universal that they show up nearly everywhere. Most cultures worshiped a life-giving Mother and some kind of vegetation God. As a card-carrying member of the Reformed Druids of North America (RDNA), it makes perfect
