It’s Life Jim But Not As We Know It

Yes it is life, but not as I knew it
It’s the same life, but now I get to feel it
It doesn’t always feel that good

It’s the same shit, but it is a different day
Each day is new again and I get to choose
A day at a time, no more, no less

But I don’t get to have my cake and eat it too
Instead I get to sell my dreams, but not even as I wanted them.

Yes that’s life Jim, though not as we know it now.
Not what we owe it, or what it owes us.
Let it go he said, but what’s in it for him?

No I don’t want it back all battered and used
With something dark and troubled under the hood
It’s a piece of shit to me now
Someone who had no clue
Trashed it like a worthless heap of junk
Just when I was so grateful

Fuck you.

Cosmology Should Be a Religion!

I’m in love with the Universe! In awe of it’s infinite vastness, and it’s microscopic depth within. The Universe goes in all directions, whether infinitely large or infinitely small. We can keep on magnifying it, until the space within becomes as vast as the space without, until you find yourself in a universe inside the universe. It’s kind of like that scene in the opening credits of that Simpsons episode? Continue reading “Cosmology Should Be a Religion!”

The Emotional Side of Money

Last night I participated in a webinar that explored the ins and outs of our beliefs and attitudes surrounding money. It was a Law of Attraction-based look at the principle of how money circulates in our life by first giving of ourselves, and thus setting in motion the universal law whereby abundance flows back to us. (As opposed to the other way around; seeking to gain first and then give.) But underpinning all of this was the importance of our own sense of self worth. Because if we don’t value ourselves, and what we have to offer the world, what flows back to us will surely reflect that.
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Kahil Gibran said:

Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.

Do I Write Music or Does Music Write Me?

Recently I had the absolute honour of playing with my covers band at the wedding of a deaf bride and groom. Well over half of the guests were also members of the deaf community. We had joked leading up to the gig that we wouldnt even need to plug in or to play well this night! I must admit, it was a very strange feeling getting up behind the mic, and none of us really knew what to expect.

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The Human Condition – Musings of a Mortal Mind

When I was 3 years old I asked “When did I begin?”. Then when I was 5 I wondered “How does a flower know what shape to grow into?”. In my 30’s I questioned “Who are we? What are we? And why are we here?”

Now that I’m 43 I wonder “Do I write music? ….. Or does music write me?”.

I ask, and the Universe answers. That’s how it works. Now I have a blog. You’re welcome.