There's a red leaf that falls from a purple tree it falls it floats down One red leaf against a clear blue sky it floats down Past the marble in the lobby and the geese in flight To the darkening river in the autumn light Where it touches down O like a great bird landing.

“We speculated what it was like before we got language skills. When we humans had our first thought, most likely we didn’t know what to think. It’s hard to think without words ‘cause you haven’t got a clue as to what you’re thinking. So if you think we suffer from a lack of communication now, think what it must have been like then, when people lived in a ‘verbal void’ - made worse by the fact that there were no words such as ‘verbal void‘.”

If you ask someone if they like music, they look at you strangely. It seems to be a universal given. Like asking someone if they like breathing. It is like breathing. Or air, rather. Flowing without and within. A matrix within which our lives are set. The setting for the tableware of our beings.

The gym of life has a free membership. Build powerful life-muscles through family gatherings from hell. Do you really want to be a happy, peaceful blob?

I ended my mail-order business, and I made that decision with regret, because my whole goal is to make my music available to people, not the opposite. But I couldn't handle it. I couldn't get the freedom I needed as an independent artist.

I feel a huge release since I made this decision. I sold my house a few days ago, and I'm ready to start a new life. I don't need much money, because I've stripped things down to what's basic.