I clearly recall evenings spent sitting on my front porch with my guitar in middle school, playing to the sun as it set behind the trees, and captivated by the sound of the music and the breeze. Early on in life I was drawn to sound and music, to Eastern philosophy and ideas of the
Summer has arrived in the blue ridge mountains where I live and work. The birds singing sweetly in the early dawn while bullfrogs barumm barumm, signaling a passing shower. I sit on my deck listening to hummingbird wings balance a tiny body mid-flight by their red sugar water feeder, hovering and altering its pitch as it moves back and forth examining the contents. With my eyes closed, the sounds I hear paint a different picture than what my eyes see.
The whales here in Todos Los Santos BCS, Mexico, have caught the southern Baja current North, after living and giving birth in the waters just outside my home for the past 2.5 months. I have sat with them many mornings, in song, meditation, and prayer, inspired and tuning into their wisdom. I share about my
I live in a temperate rain forest on the eastern edge of the Cherokee and Pisgah National Forests in the western part of North Carolina. Here the sounds that dominate, that waft and drift through the pine scented air are the songs of Nature. It is the first week of January 2017 and especially silent due to the 6 plus inches of snowfall last night that continues to drift down from the sky in the early hours of Saturday morning.