Shamans Cave Blog
Here I am sitting in front of the white page again, this time choosing my moment instead of waiting for that elusive instant where I have something to say or share. Why not conjuring it instead? Freedom is the price to pay when living as a maker and you pay it in sweat and pain, those currencies your will and intent bring out of you in order to cha...
I enjoy playing music a lot and teaching it too, all ages all levels, all styles, often I see similar problems repackaged differently. In the adult category I have many students starting lessons to enhance their lives, make it better, more creative, maybe play well enough so one day they can take a tune to a party and ...
The dread of the white page, a grasp on human energy, empty staff paper, or better, a silent room... Every morning a new page, a new chapter is written, every night brings the destroyer, we burn it, let the wind carry it. Our past becomes a white page, empty, only then can we see clearly, move freely, live and die without regrets. We are Makers, em...