It’s fun to skip stones across the surface of a lake or pond. It’s a challenge. How many skips can you get? Talking about songwriting with a friend the other day that image popped into my mind. To me it seems that sometimes I when return to a theme again and again tt’s a … Continue reading Skipping Stones
A while ago, I began writing the word “gift” on the page on which I’m songs. (Or, when forget, midway through). It’s a small reminder. The gift could be for me, or for someone else. I aspire to offer some small joy, insight or surprise in what gets written. I want it to be something … Continue reading Writing is a gift
A friend was writing about sourdough bread and creativity. How setting out the dough to rise reminded them of setting a project aside for a for a bit to let it develop, to let the subconscious work its creative magic. This sparked a few things for me. One is that the yeast and sugar will … Continue reading Letting the Dough Rise
Recentlly I heard Mark Brackett on Brené Brown’s podcast. He touched an an interesting idea. He said a study was done that showed people are kinder in how they speak to themselves when they speak in the third person. As someone who aspires to beat myself less that’s exciting to me. But speaking in … Continue reading Self-Love, in the Third Person
Silence isn’t really a part of the living world. On a “quiet” morning when I walk in the woods there’s quite the hubbub going. Finches, doves, frogs, sparrows, muskrats, squirrels. They all furrow and murmur. That’s before accounting what other humans, canines and I add to the ruckus. If a person hears nothing it’s … Continue reading Hubbub in the Living World
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