I think you will not stop, Michael, as I did long ago. How foolish not to play the notes, to touch the frets, to feel the light beneath each string, beneath the stars while hidden in my room, on stage, forever hidden here amid it all; the sounds of here and goodbye, the blue of never ending rain, the gray of cities and places and people gone behind.
A tribute to Michael Dawes, Pierre Bensusan, and the endless line of musicians who remind us, generation upon generation, to hear more, to listen deeply, and care about each moment.
And Martin Taylor, recommended by brother Peter
So much more: Django Reinhardt – Tears
And again from Peter: Trevor Gordon Hall – Bach to the Future (Guitar Duet)
For the past few years a Robin has returned to my porch and nested on top of an air conditioning enclosure. This year a dove created a nest in an empty plant container. When she and her chick were gone, I found a second egg, perfectly shaped, beautiful in every way but apparently incapable of sending life into the sky. Continue reading →
I’ve written that discipline is about having a vision and letting go of most everything else. The Japanese saying, fall down eight times and get up nine, adds meaning to that thread. How often do we personally and professionally find ourselves iterating endlessly on some idea, trying again and again to make something work? If you’re like me it is a constant factor in your life. Continue reading →