“May the noise in you power you to grow to make music again”
Perhaps when we find ourselves bobbing our heads to inner resonance, we’re glimpsing what could be a lovely alignment of frequencies, that which we call music.
to a growing existence…
Perhaps when we find ourselves bobbing our heads to inner resonance, we’re glimpsing what could be a lovely alignment of frequencies, that which we call music.
There is something savory about the friction furnished by the subtle stubble on your face; it’s like a gentle, tingly massage cueing me in to the currency of the moment. If … Continue reading Escape by Transformation
Shaky fingers caress the heartstrings of a stranger, as the mind tingles in anticipation of uncharted consequence. What has changed in these past few weeks,