Before The Clay Hardens

Before The Clay Hardens

Nobody grasped you by the shoulder while there was still time.  Now the clay of which you were shaped has dried and hardened, and naught in you will ever awaken the sleeping musician, the poet, the astronomer that possibly inhabited you in the beginning. —...
For The Sheer Love Of It

For The Sheer Love Of It

I was carried away by the sound. Beautiful beyond words. Beautiful beyond anything I had ever heard. Each note, each passage, more glorious, more magnificent than the last. A soaring concerto. A virtuoso violinist. I was the commencement speaker at a high...

Listen To The Voice

Do you feel a call to do something else? Maybe it’s a feeling of dissatisfaction. Or boredom. Or unease. Or maybe it’s a sense that there’s a higher or deeper purpose that you’re meant for. Maybe it’s a deep, deep longing that just...