A huge thanks to my online friend, Linda Freeman, for this guest post. Learn more about Linda and how to reach her at the end of this post. Be sure to also check out her post of music video tips on the awesome Sessionville blog. Linda Freeman (@lindafreeman_) shares her #creative process in making a […]
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The direction of your focus is the direction your life will move. Let yourself move toward what is good, valuable, strong and true. ~ Ralph Marston I know that there have been a few posts about this going around the ether and recognize that this is “one more post” on using passwords for positive change. I see that
Maya Angelou said “People will forget what you said, what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” It’s the same for musicians: if your audience went away feeling buoyed up or brought down, that’s what they’ll remember. If you’re really lucky, they may remember a snippet of a tune or
Once again awakened, too early, I look into the darkness for Answers. I notice that the only answer It holds is the one About light. Fear hovers in the sheets. It draws from past memories About similar stories it Holds as failures: Of melancholy aloneness That seemingly had no Redeeming qualities; Of grief that brought
Wee Hours – an #improv #poem about darkness and light Read More »
Alone in the bustling airport — And yes, you know it’s some sort of Oxymoron to call it alone — Christmas Eve seemed like A hollow vessel compared with Your original expectations. Even the prospect of repeated Rituals and those hugs that hurt Your neck seemed blissful Compared to the prospect of This particular aloneness.
Flow into your life With whatever subtlety or Bravado you want. Either way, you will be Accepted in these Receptive walls and halls. You can decorate later. For now, just drink up What life is offering To you every day. Don’t ignore the bits You’ve made yourself: They are just as juicy As the gifts
Yes. That is the answer my senses give to The question that has not been asked. No need to wait for the dramatic pause: Trying to slow the beating of my heart Is like asking a dead man to come Alive again. Yes, indeed. Unconsciously, my tongue licks across My upper lip. It might as
Sweat pours down my forehead and drips, coolly, first to the pockets around my nose and then onto the desk in front of me. It’s a “good sweat“: the kind where I know that I’ve accomplished what I set out to do; where (even if the next step is not clear) my body/spirit is stirred
She invited me to take a breath and it was then that I realized I had not been breathing. I think, too, that my heart may not have been beating… (It is my heart. I listen for its beating And hear nothing. So I take another deep) Breath: intake. Diaphragm presses down On the belly and
I had forgotten how Looming the sense Of loneliness Can be in the Heat of Summer. With its glowing bands Of heat, stretching over Sun and sand, This season above All others Is the one that Accentuates being Solo. Yet, these aging eyes Can see the glow that Comes into those Filled with young love.
