Today was one of Those mornings. I woke up, and didn’t feel like running. Then Captain Kirk had decided to bless our home with pools of pee. After cleaning, I trudged wearily downstairs. Running is very very good for me, and more often than not, once I’ve shrugged off the initial lethargy, I feel muchContinue reading “Coconut”
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Fall
I tried something different today, I cannot be bound within regime for too long, I need to find my own ways of doing things. I sat on my mat, listening to some very simple marimba based ‘meditation music’ (Yes I have very strong opinions on this particular category of music, most of it is eitherContinue reading “Fall”
Stages
For me there are roughly three stages of learning a piece. I mean a piece of music written by someone else, not something I have composed (that is another chapter). The first stage is obviously figuring out the notes and where they belong, that is, the time. The second stage, and this is probably theContinue reading “Stages”
Specks of Truth
One of my favourite things to say was, the thing about having four furball children is that there’s always one at arm’s reach to cuddle. My entire day was spent that way. Doesn’t matter what I was doing, practising, recording, jumping rope, teaching, cleaning, every half an hour or less I would reach out toContinue reading “Specks of Truth”
REM
It happens every time I restart a meditation regime, the first couple of weeks is a little crazy. I have just finished a session and am in a haze, my body secretes melatonin when I am in deep meditation and it is like being in the REM phase of sleep, getting out of it isContinue reading “REM”
