Inside Me to You
The Southwest skies, with the sweep of infinite horizons, are like soul-ceilings. When I look up, they seem to say 'anything is possible.' But my life started with a string of Eastern cities. There, sky is cut to blue slivers, squeezed out against stone and steel. I could only see blue if I looked up sharply, my head cocked at a most unnatural angle. This I had to do. On the ground, I felt compressed by endless waves of human hurry and expectations. The professional training I embraced delivered a professional role. But it is left to each of us to find and add our heart. In my day job, I'm a psychiatrist who does acupuncture, trying to meld what's most useful from different traditions for today's illnesses. At my best, I see myself as a musical instrument. That is, I try to let myself resonate with the emotions people present and attempt to find harmonies. I hear a lot that stirs me. One doesn't really listen without being effected. Like alchemists, we collect our feelings, search for the miracles to transform the negative to what's worthwhile. Each of these songs was born from a personal experience, some unhappy, some poignant, and some joyful. I was surprised to discover that the passion that guided me to write them touched those I sung them to. That's when I realized they were "mine," but also "given to me." They were not intended to be buried in a drawer. A more recent song 'The Seed' says it: We all must be the Seed, Soil and Sunshine for one another. That's the only way we can grow.