“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.

Looking Toward Utopia

The sun’s tingling radiation penetrated my cheeks and warmly nudged me from a hypnotic lull. As my bed rocked me back and forth in a steady, calming rhythm, I peeked … Continue reading Looking Toward Utopia

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“Searching for Lost Pieces of Self”

Mid-sentence and crowded by a familiar stranger, something clicks over. The fear is back. The sweat percolates just below the blank space between each collar bone, in the narrow valley between … Continue reading “Searching for Lost Pieces of Self”