Saturday, March 7, 2015

Will I Heed The Call?

 
 
 Every journey begins with The Call.
Be it one of spiritual development,
mental expansion,
or the desire to visit other lands.

Can I see the path?
A Path provides a pull
and shows us the next step.

Easier to trod the Path
with an experienced Guide,
even better in the company of others.

Still
the Journey is mine to take.

When I hear The Call,
there's a charge that sparks my desire,
my will, and my need to answer.

Will I heed The Call?
 
 
 
 Photo by Paul Bica

Friday, March 6, 2015

Ice Feathers

Ice Feathers was the title of a photo I used earlier this week.  Both the  photo and the title intrigued me.  While looking at the photo, I began improvising, reminding me of last years challenge proposed by  Sid Smith  of composing a piece of music inspired by photo's he had taken.  A possible introduction followed by an interesting progression had me notating what I'd found.  Revisiting the idea the past three days, my interest has been sustained but the idea was not taking off either.

I returned to this idea yesterday after undertaking the previously described work on Forgive Me.  I was primed by the energy.  I played around with the structure of the introduction.  Back & forth, maybe, maybe not.  So I played with the progression.  This became increasingly interesting musically, but while the rhythmic feel of it was compelling, something else was needed.

Watching yet another snowfall in our backyard, I played with my fingers on the strings.  Just caressing them, wondering about them.  Each snowflake uses only the energy needed to reach the ground and no more.  What was the energy needed to move this piece along?  Watching the snow I held the musical questions of this piece.  Playing the beginning again, an idea flew by and I followed.  Liking what I heard I played around with the idea and extended it.  Slowly the energy was building.

Time for my afternoon walk, especially to relish in the snowfall.  As I walked I played the piece in my mind, searching for where we might go together.  Nothing.  Walking the snow covered streets and hearing the idea again.  Hearing a slight change arise, I kept walking, kept listening.  Another idea arose, one I could not really hear, but I understood the gist of the rhythmic change.  Arriving home I played with these ideas and may have found an ending. 

As I shoveled once again, I thought of those lovely snow flakes that used only the amount needed to land on Earth.  Could I use only the amount needed to move this snow and possibly have some energy left to play some more?

Photo by Hannah Edwards

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Cultivate the Energy of My Playing






After warming up this morning I began working on a transition in Forgive Me, a brief section where three different chords are arpegiated and my left hand stumbles.  As I began to work with this I noticed tension in my right arm.  Whenever I use the idea working on transitions, some of the grunge work of playing a musical instrument is about to be undertaken.  The results are elusive, can take quite some time to be heard, and requires good focus. 

Quickly I decided to apply the Alexander Technique principle of inhibition to my work. While practicing in this way, the thought arose "what if I changed the term - transition?"  Has transition become a loaded term for me?  One that has formed a pyscho-physical association, reaction, tendency or learned predisposition.  A habitual pattern of tension arising as I hope to work with and control my fingers, that instead thwarts the very actions I wish to achieve?

What if I thought in terms of energy?  Directed energy to include the Alexandrian principles.  In my study of Qi Gong, the translation from Mandarin that speaks to me is Energy Cultivation.  This part of the music has a disrupted flow due to misunderstanding of how to execute the required fingerings.  Can I cultivate the energy to improve the flow of music?  Much of my Qi Gong practice involves releasing energy blockages through meditative movements allowing the Qi to flow and health to improve. 

With a sparked interest, I began to explore blending AT and Qi Gong to this situation.  Sitting on my stool, I directed my thinking via AT.  Connecting the soles of my feet with our Earth, I then thought of the phrase "Ei Dao, Qi Dao" - where the mind goes the Qi goes.  Where did I want my Qi?  Through the tips of my fingers as they danced lightly across the fretboard.  As I inhibited the next chord change, I realized I could not visualize what I wanted both of my hands to be doing to play this arpeggio.  Faulty mental understanding, which can be remedied.  As I saw this I decided to do an AT lie down.

While on the floor in semi-supine, I felt how tensed my back was.  My spine still tight, from clearing a neighbors iced driveway a few days ago.  Here is an energy blockage that informs all the rest of my movements.  Glad now to be addressing this.  As my back released into the floor, I played with visualizing the execution of the phrase.  After 15 minutes I stood, ready to tackle this challenge of my guitar technique.  Something about this energy I felt alarmed me.  The very idea of tackling is bit too of a yang energy to bring to my efforts.  Instead, I inhibited my desire to play, and I practiced a few forms from Moon Light Qi Gong, which cultivates our yin energies.  Now I was ready to play with the musical phrase.

Earlier in the morning I was lacking in motivation, knowing that I needed an edge to explore to get me going in my practice.  I had laid off the guitar yesterday to allow my body to rest from the aforementioned stress that arose from clearing that driveway.  Now I had the edge.  When and how to blend the principles of the Alexander Technique and Qi Gong, allow them to interpenetrate my playing, my being.  Gently observing what my hands could and could not do.  Playing with the fingerings in a variety of manners to address particulars, delighting in the energy manifesting as I came back to the principles I was working with.  On the edge with directions, energy, and focus.

Photo by Brenda Starr



Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Edging Along - Joyfully


Why is it always standing at the edge?  
Why not dancing?

Leaping is so predictable.
I'm more interested in how I can continue to grow at the edge.
Can I de-territiorialize the edge?

What happens at the edge of my thoughts?
What might I hear at the edge of silence?
What happens just beyond my skin?
After all what about?

Fences only guard so much.
The deeper I've been lost - the more has been found.
Will I wander to the edge again?  Then again - again?

At the edge of the blanket lies my wife.
Past the edge of my heart is faith.

Is there an edge to the soul?



Photo by Dominic Alves

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

The Creative Spark

Wherein lies the creative spark?  

Frozen in ice?  

Melting from photos?  

Floating like a feather? 

Is it lightly dark & messy?  

Hard and fantastic?  

Do I construct my daily web of practice making myself available to receive it?

Hint: It's everywhere - get to work.

Monday, March 2, 2015

What Is the Question?

To blog or not to blog - that is not the question.  Am I willing to put myself out there?  Now we're getting somewhere.  Will I risk foolishness in the search for the creative?  Will I take action that stimulates the process, knowing results are never guaranteed?  Which may even spur further experimentation and education, in other words more work.  Will I especially take the action that is shadowed by fear?

Just put aside concerns and dance across the unknown.  Hold hands with uncertainty and know you re never alone.  The search for notes, the search for words it is all the same - merely the search for life, for meaning.  And just maybe a few people will be touched, their lives a bit better.  Maybe a few people will be spurred to take their own risks in the face of fear.  Just maybe.  Now it's time to get back to work.

Photo by Dee Ashley

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Iced In





Itinerary
Changed
                                             nEw questions
                                               Defined

                                              tIme to
                                              Nap


photo by Sharon Mollerus.