Silence helps me see, hear and feel. Silence helps me create.
Stillness puts me in touch with what is mine; the authentic, the quirky, the gift from the deep well from which we all draw up our creative water droplets. I enjoy discovering the surprises that surface when I work in connection with stillness.
Only when you drink from the river of silence
shall you sing.
Yet to Become
Never talk away the magic.
Silence is not the absence of sound. The birds still sing, the fan softly whirs, the stream continues to rush to the sea.
Silence is the absence of chatter, of distracting noise and loudness.
Silence allows me to respond to what is happening on the surface as I work.
Silence is a conversation without words between the work and and me.
I sat staring, staring, staring - half lost,
learning a new language or rather the same language
in a different dialect.
So still were the big woods where I sat,
sound might not yet have been born.
Silence is the space between the coming and going of my own thoughts. Quietude is the midwife of my work.
Shut up and play your guitar.