We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of the dream. Wandering by lone sea breakers, and sitting by desolate streams. World losers and world forsakers, for whom the pale moon gleams. Yet we are movers and shakers of the world forever it seems.
Arthur William Edgar O’Shaughnessy
How do you make music? What do you dream of? What invites you to wander, and what invites you to be still? How do you let go of what the world wants you be? How to you reclaim what calls from your soul?
How do you move with the mountains? What makes you return to the forest, or the lake, or the plains, or the sea, time and time again? How do you look at the moon and what does it say to you? How do you shake your reality in a way that invites peace?
Be a music maker, a…
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