I make up new lyrics to well-known lullabies. Mostly because I don't actually know a lot of the lyrics.
When we think of digitally disconnecting and inviting presence into our lives, we are creating the conditions of integration within and between.
Peace of mind for five minutes, that's what I crave.
I'll write records until I'm dead. And then maybe even after that!
When I'm in pain and grief and despair, my throat is clenched and my heart hurts.
What part of our history's reinvented and under rug swept? What part of your memory is selective and tends to forget?