My first memory of music was of sensing the steady, rhythmic thump, thump, thump of my mother’s heartbeat, as I snuggled warmly and safely in her womb. Later, she cradled me in her arms, held me to her breast and I heard the same familiar rhythm. As we swayed back and forth she murmured soft sounds that added melody and lyrics and it became a lullaby, comforting me to sleep. And, while you might not remember back quite that far, surely you feel that same, familiar rhythm pul
“Oui, Oui” said Fiﬁ , so Ben took her into the bedroom and pointed out the bathroom. Being a gentleman, he turned to walk out the door. “Monsieur, Oui, Oui.” “I know, I’ll be right outside.” Ben kept walking. “Monsieur! Oui . . Oui!” “Now look … if you got to go, you’ve got to go. Just go ahead and go!” Ben left the room and never heard the sobbing. *** Ben had come to Paris for a purpose. He was staying in a nice hotel near the Eiﬀel Tower. It was his ﬁrst time in France.
Ben had never been in this place before—a huge room, found at the end of the long hallway, just oﬀ the main entrance. Residents were not allowed in that area without a special pass. Ben had one today, for the ﬁrst time. The light was low … the room dimly lit by burning sticks of incense … candlelight faintly ﬂickering on the ceilings and walls. Ben could make out shapes huddled in the middle of the large, tall room. Strange, haunting tinkling sounds could be heard softly comi
As I turned on the water to draw my bath, I glanced at the shelf by the tub lined with bottles of bath oils and lotions, reflecting various colors of the sky, the earth and flowering desert plants. Many of those bottles were given to me by friends at a birthday party who said, "Be kind to yourself, take a warm, long bath, relax, luxuriate and treat yourself like a baby." Hmmm... I began by dipping my elbow into the bath water to check the temperature. As I slowly stepped i
Cody walked onstage and surveyed the huge, cheering crowd, soaking in the excitement and energy radiated by thousands of adoring fans, the flashing effects lighting, the fog, and fireworks spewing from the pillars behind him. The warm-up band had been good … but the huge audience had evidently come to see him, Cody, the star attraction. “Cody! Cody! Cody!” Their chant filled the huge auditorium to the rafters. He threw his right arm up in the air with his guitar pick in-hand
A very important part of living a more fulfilling life is the exploration of your creative self to release the imaginative potential awaiting there. Many people have gone through life never stepping outside the traces of humdrum everyday activities long enough to find out who they really are, creatively speaking. You may have harbored urges to "someday" spend more time on that dream of becoming and living more artistically, but have never taken the time to actually do it. W