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The Drummer

    The Drummer.

    Ask me why I am a drummer, and I will tell you.
    Because I remember.
    I remember that Nature moves in cycles.
    I remember that evolution is the now moment repetition of lifes cycles of nature.
    It is an honor to be players on this stage.
    Noticing repetition sharpens focus. Practicing focus develops intention.
    Intention realizes life in the now moment.
    Intention brings us into the moment, now, and in this moment, now, life lives.

Freesponsibilidom and the 2012 crunch...

OK.... just to state the obvious a few times, because sometimes we dont see the forest for the trees...

I have noticed, as you probably have too, that things are speeding up, and at an accelerating rate...

Diwata mission

There is a world of Divine Natural Majesty.

It's evolving right now.

In a life of cause and effect, and finite time,

Sales projections and deadlines,

What could be more divinely indifferent, than Nature in all her glory...?

My journey has revealed to me,

That she delights in my appreciation of her.

And that she reveals ever more to those who would see...

Would that I could inspire more to look to her and heed her lessons.

To shift perspectives and priorities.

Ambience album writing

There was a time, before time, when all was timelessness. An infinitesimal, eternal moment of now, felt and experienced as stillness.
But then there was light.
For all time since then, life has remembered and craved that stillness. Some lives have experienced it, for a time.

Evolving Rhythms Vol 3 writing

This is the latest collection of my life work. Thanks for sharing! I am absolutely humbled and blessed that the music of life finds its way to, and through me.The sounds that make up the tracks of this collection are mostly of an acoustic origin. Recorded, not synthesized, around bonfires at festivals, on beaches in the remote reaches of the South West Pacific after days and nights of sailing through starlight, phosphorescence and warm tropical winds scented with burning rubbish and tropical fruits. Much of the music was mixed on solar and wind power aboard a 63 foot sailing catamaran.

The Story of Malia and AJ

This is a story I wrote in the rawest, freshest moments after Malia's death. I share it in alignment my total surrender to the event. It's more than a bit confused, yes. Sometimes I dont know if I'm writing in 1st or 3rd person, and the grammar is terrible. Sometimes it was easier to write it like a fairytale, and sometimes, I didn't feel like it was me wriing it at all... Anyway. It's part of the journey, and giving it away helps me somehow to thank her for the inspiration.

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