100 Words-Ursula the vocal healer

Her body is shaped like Ursula in the Little Mermaid. I wonder, would her weight make her bounce really high or make her sink on a trampoline?

“Get Do, Mi, So perfect, then you will understand the relationship between the notes.” she says.

My brow clenches I just can’t make it to mi and so is flat too.

“You can’t be sloppy, you’re better off not singing if you don’t get the notes right.”

I looked over on the table at her flyer, Vibrational Healing with Your Voice.

What would she would say to handicapped people that  had trouble walking.

Quinoa Therapy

Use things you do that you are not sensitive about to gain insight about things you are more sensitive about.

Everything you do is a reflection of who you are. I realized today that my music is just like the breakfast I made. It was casual, messy, from what I had around the house and was so warming!

It was some piping hot quinoa over a bed of organic arugula, some browned garlic and shallots, chopped breakfast radishes and two viscous eggs on top.

It’s not restaurant ready presentation-wise, but that’s ok; that was not my intention, I just needed to feed myself. Often I can beat myself up for not being a better musician but today I saw something else because I wasn’t looking at something I am so invested in.

Next time you feel like something isn’t good enough In your life, just look at something in your life you that does give you pleasure. The thing that gives you pleasure has the same qualities as the thing are frustrating you. You just aren’t seeing the good and focusing on the bad.

It’s also easier to get feedback or and be discerning about how you do things you are not sensitive to. Apply those lessons lovingly to areas of your work you are sensitive about.

Consciousness is a lifelong goal of mine and I am a lot less sensitive at looking at what I cook than looking my music.

100 Words-Creativity is Like..

CREATIVITY
Feels like being a lieutenant trying to save a bunch of refugees.
IDEAS
Too many darkened faces, mute, with arms waiving in the air.
STORY
Must craft a ship of latest technology to ensure their safe transport.
MELODY
All I have is a flimsy wet cardboard box, unfit for a kitten.
VERSE
A baby is howling of hunger, I toss box of Parmalat
BLANK
One baby ate,  but a thousand more hungry.
CHORUS
Someone just gave birth to a baby.
Robin Williams
RISK IT and JUST SING IT

100 Words: Subway Happiness

The L train between Bedford and 1st ave is a good 3-4 minute ride. A pair of hip hop subway-pole-dancers were in the car.  I have seen this act before.  Despite our habitual public transportation scowls, drab grey coats that were still holding the cold wind between our layers, their big smiles, willingness to swing and play, made my insides move,  mimicking their bodies’ waves and pulses to the scratchy audio tape. They performed inspite of us, but also FOR us, some who didn’t want to be distracted and some grateful for the drop in the bucket.