Somethings have been swirling around in my head for quite some time. Often I joke, I have no left brain. That being said, in this case, my right brain takes over. Mulling things over, analyzing problems, and so on leads to assigning motifs and themes to these things. The obsession over symbolism and the sheer essence of creativity births not mere productivity or solution-based reflection, rather hopes and dreams.
Having the privilege of traveling, I count myself blessed and enriched by each place visited. Indeed it is the best education one can have. Every place I visit, I take a piece of with me. As a thirteen-year old exchange student in Kanagawa, Japan, I have been forever imprinted by the love of my host family and so many rich ways of life the Japanese embrace. The wisdom and beauty of minimalism is infused into me. The art of Japan is my absolute favorite. I do love my Van Gogh, as well. However, you should note, he too was enraptured with Japan. Then, I think about their food alone. It is predominantly healthy. The gorgeous bento box my host mom would pack for lunch each day was a work of art. Attention to detail, value in presentation, cherishing beauty in everyday life, all come into play in something as simple as packing a lunch. Another thing you must know about the Japanese is that they have a charismatic, goofy side. Anyone that knows me, knows I take high stock in humor and being silly.
Hanami is in the forefront of my reflection both before and after the season has passed. Most are familiar with Sakura. Viewing cherry or ume (plum) blossoms is a tradition of great significance. With spring blossoms, it points to the love of beauty, even inner beauty and new beginnings. These breathtaking blooms are delicate and fleeting, much like life itself. Both ephemeral and gorgeous, they must be celebrated. It is a time to reflect. There is depth to this that I have not come close to touching. These blossoms represent hope and purpose, therefore they are stamped deeply in me now.
This current obsession and passion does not really translate into words. This theme propels me forward and grounds me at the same time. God has given us a vehicle of communication when words do not suffice. It is music. Music is my calling, my voice, my instrument to teach, to mentor and connect with the heart.
Another privilege I have had is to not only attend concerts with the great Carl St. Clair, but to hear him speak in person as a member of Class Act. He is my Tony Robbins. Of course, I have researched him and follow his activity now. This video literally brought tears to my eyes. For Carl St. Clair once again eloquently articulated the simple and profound. His words, along with music expressed the core of my beliefs and calling as a musician, teacher and person briefly traveling this world. I cannot help but hum a few bars of Sakura with my countenance reflecting the integration of my thoughts and heart.
Keys to be Happy 