The words below came home with me last night after the Well, scribbled on my piece of blue paper.
Just be. Only this. And need no more.
Music (sounds) can fill a room, no matter the size, with the purest passion. It takes up no space, yet it can fill every inch of your being.
I like the noise the piano made tonight. And his voice, at the very first moment he opens it into the mic.
"I still have dirt from another place on the hem of my pants" - Brad Parker
"She realized she was lucky - because she could actually see it - how the trees got more beautiful each year...how they danced with such graceful pride, surviving each season's change...and she knew their beauty lied not in the perfection, but the growth...and she could see it - in the trees, the people around her, and some days, even in herself...and so she would dance"