If music wakes you up, makes you think, heals you. . . then, I guess the music is working.
Here, in memory, we live and die.
The cold was our pride, the snow was our beauty. It fell and fell, lacing day and night together in a milky haze, making everything quieter as it fell, so that winter seemed to partake of religion in a way no other season did, hushed, solemn.
People come and go in life, but they never leave your dreams. Once they're in your subconscious, they are immortal.
Memoirists, unlike fiction writers, do not really want to 'tell a story. ' They want to tell it all - the all of personal experience, of consciousness itself. That includes a story, but also the whole expanding universe of sensation and thought. . . Memoirists wish to tell their mind. Not their story.
I don't write about what I know: I write in order to find out what I know.
Maybe being oneself is an acquired taste. For a writer it's a big deal to bow--or kneel or get knocked down--to the fact that you are going to write your own books and not somebody else's. Not even those books of the somebody else you thought it was your express business to spruce yourself up to be.
The majority of my photos are taken while traveling, because everything feels new and exciting initially. Taking photos is like a way to make sense of the overwhelming.
May each of us remember this truth; 'one cannot forget mother and remember God. One cannot remember mother and forget God. ' Why? Because these two sacred persons, God and mother, partners in creation, in love, in sacrifice, in service, are as one.
The universe that we inhabit and our shared perception of it are the results of a common karma. Likewise, the places that we will experience in future rebirths will be the outcome of the karma that we share with the other beings living there. The actions of each of us, human or nonhuman, have contributed to the world in which we live. We all have a common responsibility for our world and are connected with everything in it.
I did some songs for Baz Luhrmann's The Great Gatsby. I had done a jazz album of Roxy songs, and they used bits of it in the film. It would be nice to score a movie one day.