A meditation on the passage of a lifetime, witnessing each other, and hearing our own internal witness.
songs
For Tom and Leela. Their loss was way bigger than mine that day.
I improvised this while playing guitar for my daughter as she took her bath.
Names, places (Fall Creek, Ithaca, New York in particular), and the flow of this whole story.
Sometimes it’s more important that we talk than what we say.
Thoughts during a meditation retreat. Just because you’re silent doesn’t mean you can’t eat yummy food with your friends.
A credo.
This is about my roots in Woodstock, New York, where natural beauty and proximity to New York City pull in different directions.
A hymn to the inspiration and guidance I feel from flowing water. Five-part a cappella harmony. Straight takes, no editing.
A love poem about a breeze that falls in love with the lake it touches, but is (apparently) unrequited.
An upbeat song about the empty times. The yearning to be filled, which makes our lives vibrant, requires that emptiness.
