Some Thoughts on Flesh
Hands knead the sprained flesh where rib number five has worked itself out of line and out of order. Ugh. Getting a massage used to be...
The Role of Your Life
Like most folks who work in the arts, I hate auditions. Spend a little bit of time with an actor, singer, or dancer and you’ll get a...
Through the Eyes of a Poet
The miracles of the church seem to me to rest not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near to us from afar off,...
Singing Freedom
This past Sunday was in the midst of Memorial Day weekend and in between all the grilling, drinking, graduations, and festivities, I...
A Solidarity of Sound
On any given evening, the musicians of the San Francisco Symphony, like any first-tier orchestra, are capable of playing beautiful music. ...
The Hidden Cost of the SF Symphony Strike
On a personal note: I never intended to become an actual blogger who got comments from folks beyond my normal sphere of activity. I...
From the Top
For the past few days, I have found myself increasingly depressed and angry over the general reaction to the strike by the musicians of...
Happiness
Happiness depends, as Nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose. – William Cowper (1731-1800) English poet and hymnodist I...
Practice changes everything
The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven. – John Milton (1608-1674) Want to change your life?...
Thou little tiny child
When did “Christmas” arrive for you? Or did it? Was it last night during a candlelit “Silent Night” or when you first laid eyes on your...
