line of drums

"Drum sound rises on the air, its throb, my heart. A voice inside the beat says, I know you're tired, but come. This is the way."--Mevlana Rumi (1207 - 1273)

I want to dance and dance and dance!

I want to explore gemology… more, crystals and stones. I want to learn to work with metals... I want to be able to make all the designs I have.

I want to write a screenplay and finish my novel.

I want to run various businesses; I want to invest in businesses; I want to help strategize businesses... With integrity and vision and reach.

I want to play more music. Drums and guitar are next. Rumi autocorrects to funk. Go figure

I want to travel and travel and travel and surf and explore and discover and breathe different air.

I want to help children and animals both domesticated and wild--the ones who can't speak for themselves.

I want the ancient stories for the lies we tell ourselves because we forget what was learned in the past and alter the stories for the present.

It is not regret. It’s the weight of talent and desire, the weight of knowing but not having opportunity.

I want the opportunity.

I want it all. Now. Today. All of it.

I want so much to have my heart sing like that.

Simply there is not enough time

And it saddens me that I must whittle and compromise. It breaks my heart

And so I bare my soul to you

Eyes wet

Because I saw a line of drums