It’s raining here in Ithaca. This was the weekend for a video shoot, but that’s not going to happen in the rain. This Spring has been such a weird mixture; as if the seasons are mixed up. I also had a chance to visit relatives in Florida, so I have that reminder that the sun […]
Life is not a problem to be solved, but a mystery to be lived. ~ Sören Kierkegaard This is the third in a trilogy of posts based on quotes. Thanks again to Snow Brooks for the challenge. I didn’t follow the rules and I still got a lot out of it. Mystery Sometimes, it’s important
Doing creativity for praise is ego suicide. ~ Kirby Curtis This post is the second in a trilogy of blogs based on quotes. It seems strange to me that Curtis’ words can ring so true and be so hard to stick to. Perhaps it’s not this way for everyone. In my current recording project, I’ve certainly
Life is not a drill. I don’t get to rehearse Until one day It’s suddenly The performance. Even when I Am alone, Everything I do Is on stage. Getting my act Together Is a really good idea. ~ spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart ~ Copyright 2016 by Stan Stewart and muz4now, inc. All Rights Reserved.
Suspended in this Digression from The season that has Supposedly arrived, I hang between snow And sun. Drawn to each one In its own way, I hover. Distracted, each Longing takes Me further from what Is right in front of me Until desire and longing Come together, Making now and Now and now all that
What if Today is all There is. Today is all There is. There is Today. What if There is Today. ~ a spontaneous micro-poem by Stan Stewart ~ Copyright 2016 by Stan Stewart and muz4now, inc. All Rights Reserved.
Influence and Inspiration Is it strange to discover that something or someone has been an influence on me and I didn’t realize it until they were gone? After all, humans like me only use about 10% of our brain so why would I be surprised that many things hold sway over me or inspire me
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Tears So close to the edge They nestle against Nothing And the fabric of something that wants to work its way out Love Has come undone Willing the bliss of tears To become Tending Belt Up your midsection and Belt Out the blissfulness Short of tears You will love Fluidly Fabulously Finally ~ spontaneously composed by
Whatever I am right now, I have created out of the raw materials given to me. Every time I fall, I learn to walk and then fly. Every time I am silenced, I learn to speak and then sing. Every time I mourn, I find my smiles are truer and bigger the next time they
I didn’t see her fall the first time By the time I saw her lying there Two other passersby had Already stopped to give her aid I stopped my car with a jolt Pressed the four-way flashers And leapt into the street I could tell by the stress in the helpers’ voices The first fall had
