THE MUSIC OF SOLITUDE. In the stillness, a melody rises from within. When you
walk alone, whether by choice or by losses too vast to measure, you find a way
to both find and follow the music. Alone, there can be no mistaking the sound
of truth for a lost strand of conversation or background noise.

One can only believe she is crazy for so long. Listen to your soul when life leaves
you on your own. There are the keys waiting to be played. There you will find
your song.

Once, before life sprang up around a fertile crescent lush and green, a river ran
through it. Here we stand at the moment of discovery. First, we must see the river
and become it. One with its essence, we will find our flow and birth worlds
of wonder. If we choose.