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.
We each struggle to balance our passionate vulnerabilities with our comfortable securities. Then we find there is something comfortable in our vulnerability, and something secure in our passions, and that … Continue reading “Something comfortable in our vulnerability”: On Freewill and Empathy
Shivers for survival stir in my core, as the thin, black trench coat does little to mitigate my loss of body heat. It’s cold enough to feel the bite, but the isolation … Continue reading Sad/Beautiful