I drum daily, and it is indeed therapy. It heals me when I'm ill or broken, it can break a bad mood like flipping a switch, it smooths the rough places, and overall, I definitely feel like a smarter chimp than before I began drumming.
Planning to take a couple hours to slowly cook a sweet South Indian curry, ten other things came up because, of course, they do. So I had to go with a backup plan: hurry! When two young kids need assistance with five different things and... oh, look - I have twenty minutes to make dinner!... Continue Reading →
The dream was real in the way that the intense realness of running on a blazing day alone over ancient terrain feels like a dream.
This started with the drum groove, laid down some bass and funky organ on top. Added a moon video and free-verse poem. Enjoy! Like! Share!
The avid explorer of small wildernesses clings to roots, trees, and embedded stones, while leaning into the sides of steep gorge walls, crawling, digging, fingers grasp, searching for the safest route up. Moss untouched by civilization or human hands. Nobody knows about this moss. Intangible, the heaviness of sensory receptive cellular matter, stop and process, breathe... Continue Reading →
On the morning commute, most days, I find myself in some kind of dialogue with my 8-year-old daughter. She usually asks a question and then for twenty minutes we search out different ideas. This has been going on since preschool five years ago. Often these conversations are inspired by something heard on the radio. I'll flip through the... Continue Reading →