"WE HAVE ALL BEEN HERE BEFORE!"

Remember ,friend,when times were bare and you felt alone out there painting houses as a meditation? Your music stored in the basement of your parents home you toured /loved/tried not to be alone Tides came in /went out again.. This is all cyclic/and will happen again This is when you really need your friends to reassure that more will enter when it will- dreams do not stop(like music)-lots of people feel that Trough of Despond Connect!The Bridge Between Islands spans between friends and every living being,and we do not know when the tides will rise again! Trust to the fact that you are elder Youth is a flower,old age a hardy perennial Weeds have a right to be ,and we will be round for the next harvesting. SING when you can,smile at the joke (the punch line is always on us-and most are lost before we share rememberings.. There is more to this story than endless beginnings We are in the middle of a span that bridges years Time to pack away loss and fears ,regain that life joy that empowers us out of aloneness-back in chorus to be with and within-to listen and to sing like every chanting chirruping bird at a new dawning