My pp b&winternal motto for 5 years has been: “Use my Voice to show others how to use their Voice.”
For me this is about singing, teaching people to sing and leading others into a social justice, cause or revitalization of their own thinking. With a rise in the suicide rate, illness and crazy political talk, it is time to seek a True Self.  Look around, there are many people ready to join you in finding a more authentic path.
Recently, I watched several interviews and videos of Prince, who died April 21, 2016.  Prince’s death is overwhelming to me because I can not take in the reality that his calm, energizing spirit of musical and spiritual brilliance will no longer energize this planet.  Prince has influenced me my entire life.  I am encouraged by his ability to get things done, produce excellence and live calmly.  He is spirit.
All this has rejuvenated MY purpose in life.  I have several “half-baked” projects I am creating.  In the next few weeks, I must finish them, allow them to grow and thrive!  I must remember that I am also energy and story and gift.  Not to others specifically, but as a creation.  There are things to be done and to say and more stories to be written.  With this inspiration, I am on the hook to get things done.  Let’s see what the spring brings.
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girl with cigaretteRecently I had coffee with a new friend.  After we got caught up with each other’s lives, events, and opinions, we explored a deeper topic of “what we want.”  We agreed there will always be opportunities, functions, Facebook & LinkedIn events in which to network, connect socially, and expand our business or personal interests.  What we wanted was to take a break.

Our conversation soon turned to…when is enough, enough? When do I stop searching for the “next thing” and focus on my own work?  I can’t continue to balance both work and play equally.   At some point, I must stop reading information and produce it as my own. As my friend and I talked about our slipping and sliding around town attending events, I realized I was not only looking for connection with others but a deeper substance with myself.  A substance only found when I make time to create, dream and explore my own work.

So, here is the question.  What do I Want?  What do I want my business to be? What do you Want your life or business or family…to be? The choices made today construct the path to goals achieved and successes.  Just wishing I were so-in-so or hoping for a successful business will not make it so. I need to find a better balance of work and play.  Coffee dates/cocktail events and teaching people to sing.  Friends and new friends will always be waiting to see me.  I must make sure I have done the work and achieved the success to talk about it with them.  Consistent good work equals a success to talk about.

metanoia imageThere is a beautiful song by the Sundays titled, “I Can’t Wait.”  She sings about all the thoughts in her head – with no reflection in her life.  I completely empathize and know it’s time to change that and enter a journey of metanoia.  I want to enjoy a time of vulnerability, rest and real life acceptance. A way of matching up all the thoughts in my head to small actions in my life.  I hope you will share your thoughts and enjoy the journey with me.  The blogs will begin again on January 2, 2016.

saint statueSuch a harmless word, all lower case letters, humps and curves.  If it desires, music, has the power to cut through the soul of every single person.  music ignites a cold space within where a flame once roared with passion. Some days, I think music is a friend.  I have been seduced by music as if she were a beautiful Italian woman enjoying gelato on a sunny afternoon.  And I have been discarded by music as if he were a foe, taking me deeper and deeper into the guilt of not practicing enough as I suffer through a German choral piece. Either friend or foe, I know this relationship will go on.  I know I have to make a choice each day to grab the handle on the music train or call it quits.

Music – seductress, knife or gentle friend, it is none and all of these things at once.  It is a mode of enjoyment, employment, strife and bliss.  One thing I know for sure, music is no respecter of persons. It can only be its own element, curving its way through the lives, and concert halls, and memorial services of anyone who dare invite it in.  I know I must allow music to be.  To live and to burn.  And I must summon it in so I can continually become the person I am to truly be.

Beethoven believed that, “music is mediator between spiritual and sensual life.” And Debussy, “I wish to sing of my interior visions with the naive candor of a child.”  Both of these composers fought to release the music within them to to world. We all negotiate, beguile, ignore, test and sometimes trick what we believe to be a piece of paper containing notes, rhythms and tempo suggestions. I may believe music is no respecter of persons, but it is a living thing that is moving even now.  I doesn’t need to respect, but I must – in order to live.