There is a rhythm to be found in each tiny detail of Life. Too often though, discordant aspects of existence stumble into and over each other, creating a cacophony of urgent contradictions. But when we are able to layer the various rhythms of Life in such a way that they don’t feel muddled, confused, or out of sync, we are nearer to Truth and Happiness. This is why, for me, music is so appealing; it does with sound what I am too often unable to do with thoughts … and emotions … and aspirations … and uncertainty … and … …

This past week I watched (for the third or fourth time) the ‘Talking Heads’ film ‘Stop Making Sense’. Wow! Filled with passion and energy and creativity, this film is one of my favorite musical experiences. I could name many favorites (and someday may) but for now will simply say that with a somewhat extensive collection of various types of music (dating back to eight-track tapes) I can generally find what I need, and sometimes even when I need it.

Music is restorative, stimulating, and hopeful. Music is the synergy of minutiae making sense. Music encourages me to find my rhythm. Music is magical. If a day comes when I am unable to enjoy the auditory inspiration of music, I can only hope I have sufficiently cultivated the ability to hear it from within.