Wednesday, August 26, 2009
One-halfway through another somewhat rough week. Bearing all things, believing all things. Still, is this what growing into maturity is all about? Not so sure I want it. Nevertheless, this is the bed I've made. No use lamenting; just need to go about the necessary work of being in-tune with my body, thoughts and feelings... watching, watching as the clouds come and go (and ultimately blow away...) (but boy, oh boy, these are some kinda clouds!!!)
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Now that the boys are back in school, a return to normalcy around here is imminent. But its been an anything-but-normal summer, with full-blown crises of a personal and musical nature, sweltering weather, frayed-nerves and an end-of-innocence. What is left except to pick ones' self up and begin again? If nothing else I am questioning my motives and looking for my blind-spot, as well as beginning to delve into my unconscious through Jungian therapy, writing down dreams and working on some art. I feel like I've just embarked on a journey of true self-discovery, digging for something, not sure what, maybe a sense of why I do the things I do...
Monday, August 3, 2009
Worked with Isaac last night teaching him his first song (Green Day); afterwards I sat on the back patio with the acoustic and tuned it from "drop D" to NST and started playing some of my oldest pieces... "moon", "star" and "burwwood" (originally for piano). It brought me great joy, these simple, innocent pieces. I felt a great peace wash over me and a return to my-self. A purity. After a summer of struggling musically I discovered that music had never left, but was waiting for me all along, quietly, patiently... for me to simply be still... and begin again...