Morning Thought

Listening to the bird songs from my bed this morning before sunrise.  Such lovely and varied improvisations based on necessity. Recently I learned that their songs change every year.  Why is this?  A result of their winters travels south or just arising as their lives and experiences change?  Every action affects all actions.

Are my songs, ones of necessity?  Do they serve a higher purpose?

This thought arose as I listened to the birds - Sound is not fixed and neither am I.

And so it goes.

What Vibrates?

 

What vibrates

guitar strings

the heart

the soul

the Universe

Life Itself?

Our vibrations are contagious,

what are you vibrating?

Wave Lesson

May I
be wide & spacious like the ocean;
 full of dynamic energy, yet undulating as a gentle breaking wave;
 curious and deep, delightful and profound,
moving effortlessly yet powerfully.

May I
be open;
be still;
and listen with a wide heart.

May I
remember
to remember;
direct and inspire;
stay the path with another;
and stay the path for all others.

May I
seek
find
and leave no trace beyond.

May I
May you
embrace all that is new.

May I
May you
release expectation
and just be true.

The Secret Punctuation of a Habit

Photo by Barry Stock

;where were you when it happened

;where will you be you when it happens again

;when it happens again a habit may be born

;when it happens enough enough a way of life arises ...

What results then?

Stop

please

be where

you are Now.!.

;habits will arise, better to be with their birth,

perhaps guiding them as you need,

as you wish...

Easy - no

Possible - maybe

Probable

;where were you just now!

Ambuscade

 

Listen lightly now!

[  Views trap  ] know all is  ;   is not  ¿

 Freedom   lies    be yon

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The Stupidest Fear Yet

Last night I was looking at relationships between three scales.  I found this particular theory years ago in a back by Walter Mathieu called Harmonic Experience: Tonal Harmony from Its Natural Origins to Its Modern Expression. Periodically I look at work again, but am usually overwhelmed.  Last night I saw a bit of hope in moving forward with this if only a tiny bit.  Most of my musical progress comes from small but persistent efforts.

Tonight I decided to play with these ideas and something began to take off.  I was making notes on this, with my guitar on, seated by my desk.  A recipe for what the Alexander Technique calls poor use.   I loose awareness of myself, and twist & torque my body.  But the notes were made on what I had so far.  I decided to do a lie down and was grateful as my back touched the floor.  The tension generated by tiredness and poor use had me.  As this released I began audiating what I had so far, I heard something exciting happening.  Then this stupid little fear whispered - but you'll never be able to play that.

I could not believe it.  And I also chose not to listen to the fear.  I returned to playing & exploring.  Willing to allow the muse to speak and to do what is necessary to allow her to be heard.  Ive had a lot of dealings with fear over the years, but this was a new one.

Questions

 

For whom do birds sing?

For whom do I play music?

For what do we listen?

Why do we not sing more?

Do the questions frame the quest?