For James: Life medley

Les enfants

Ocean + Aqua


Old train



Sergeant Johnson, a.k.a. Grandaddy

Foreign currency = travel

Spring. It's coming.

For Jessica: Hint of spring

My parents brought me this Narcissus plant. It's the only yellow in the apartment, and it really brightens up the place! I wish I had more yellow, but this is great for now.

Spring is in the near future.

Yellow Narcissus

They like to look out the window

Greens

at Avery Park today

Change

I was talking with my friend, Jessica, last weekend about change. I've been thinking about it since then. Why are we sometimes afraid of change? Even good change. Don't get me wrong. We often welcome it! It can be exciting. But as Jessica pointed out, any change involves some kind of loss. Loss of good, bad, or anything inbetween.

Loss of anything familiar can cause us to feel unsettled or displaced. This idea stirs up butterflies in my stomach, and leaves me reaching in my mind for solid things. What will ground me? What will tie me to what is real? How can I feel the earth firmly beneath my feet?

My piano doesn't make a good pillow... But it does.

Why I do this

Someone recently said, "I hope you don't stop music. That would be a shame." I was aghast. Now, there is no way I will stop. It's too big a part of me. It's too loud.

Some day it might run its course. But not now. I'm driven to create. But why?

Music. Nothing evokes more feelings for me... it is the catalyst. It's safer. Music takes everything to a completely new level of awareness, in a place that resonates. It is gathered, organized, and structured to convey, and for the listener to receive (or not). Oftentimes you have little choice. It goes straight to your core. I love it for that. I'm in love with music.