Wait a minute

Wait a minute
You're not a star
You're a helicopter.

The Chimney Next Door

Dear next door neighbor,
I am a big fan of your chimney. I see it through my window every day. Each morning when I wake up, the sun is there in the exact place to make it shine in a really beautiful red color. Against the rest of the really calm and grey morning, it makes me feel good about something, because beauty still exists in the smallest forms. You probably don't think much about your chimney but it makes me smile and be grateful for the smallest things every day.

On Musicians

Something I always think about but still don't have a definitive answer to is about where music happens. Who is most responsible for the creation of a great performance? Is it the composer or the musicians? Being a musician is something I can somewhat do. Being a composer, not so much. (I wish.) The composer writes the notes and there is definitely a completely different feel to Beethoven then there is to Tchaikovsky or something. But then Janine Jansen also has a completely different feel than Perlman.

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Sometimes I feel like the ideas I keep to myself are worth more than the ones I share

"Morning Page" actually in the middle of the afternoon

There is a small snail on a branch and it is wondering what his branch looks like

Day 5

Things that she said
Open your heart
Uncloud your mind
Let yourself go
But stay on the ground
Look up at the sky
And come back inside

Day 4

Let's pretend
The world is a bubble of green
Cradled by the sun and the moon
Blanket of sky
Let's pretend
All we'll ever need to know
Can be found in this rolling cloud
This twinkling star
Let's pretend
The earth will hug me like this
The wind touching my skin
Tucked safely into my heart
Let's pretend