I live in a world that grooves, gyrates, syncopates, and funks to the rhythm in my bones. A couple decades ago, during a time of ridiculous stress, I developed a heart arrhythmia that gave me a spot of bother. The heart specialist showed me the EKG readout, pointing out that one of my ventricles was […]
I was born a harp for the One Mind Never have I wanted more – or less From Iowa’s womb was I birthed In rich black earth was I planted to grow tall and strong Soundbox, pillar, and harmonic cuve carved, shaped and smoothed by delicate and loving fingers But my tuning pegs were hammered
I’m a wildly spiritual seeker who eschews all organized religions. I tried on a few of the mainstream Christian religions when I was younger, and found them all problematic in their own ways. If a sect was logical, rational, sensible, based in reality, focused on kindness and being charitable and living in the most Christ-like
I’ve been thinking about mythology and folk music and how intertwined they really are. Define folk music, you say. Yes, that’s reasonable. My definition of folk music is anything that actually about someone’s life: love, work, dreams, kids, home, family, connectedness to others, to nature, to whatever passes for God, loss, pain, fear, pride, trauma,
Life Goal: To live as magical a life as is humanly possible. Oh, I talk about other goals, smaller, more manageable things like growing SoundWorks into a community of healers and artists working together in a multitude of vibrational modalities . . . which is not small, but it’s not as big as live as magical
Once again, I reach the far end of a week where I know there’s a blog post that needs to be written for Tuesday and . . . crickets. So I surf through past posts to see if I can dig up any inspiration, looking at what I was thinking about in March 2020, 2019,
Friends, let me say it again: We Create Our Own Reality. I made those words really big so you can’t miss them. Yes, we do, and the reality that is “out there” responds to what we think and believe “in here.” I remember 2016, seeing millions of Pepe the Frog memes, thinking, there’s something harsh
A dear friend passed away last week, someone I had known since elementary school. It hit me pretty hard. We were close in a weird way – we hadn’t seen each other in decades, but he found me on social media a few years back and we became good friends again. He reminded me that
As is not unusual, I had no idea what to write about for this week’s post, so I asked the Tarot, because why not? Two of Swords, Seven of Wands, Ruler (King) of Cups.* Interesting. The Two of Swords is a card that typically advises the querent to withdraw, isolate, call a truce — but
Sound is a Force Waves Movement of air We live in a sea of sound From our hearts beating, to our breath, to the hiss of the laptop fan The whir of the air conditioner, the rumble of a truck The neighbor’s lawnmower, his kid shooting baskets, their beagle baying in the yard The whine
