Longest Night

“Can you endure silence? Are you a night fighter? Or more a child bored with outgrown toys trying to win at tip-the-cat?” ~ Rumi

This composition arose during a long night and celebrates the long nights of our souls as we approach the longest night of the year. A night that corresponds with a very difficult time of the year for many, even as celebrations and festivities are in full swing. 

Follow the composition’s ebbs and flows:  Deep thuds of the beating heart fill space as they communicate with the mind’s chorus…and then all dissolves into silence and spaciousness. Out of silence, soul speaks to mind and body. Back and forth they dance, eyes locking, movements synchronized, moving forward, falling back, wondering, knowing, speeding up, slowing down, locked in each other’s embrace as they move toward the light of morning. 

How do you respond to night? To darkness? Do you fight it? Do you wake up to the sacred dance that awaits you? 

Here’s to embracing what is present, both day and night, light and darkness.


🎧 Early one autumn morning, I stood next to my son watching the fog lift off of Payette Lake. A sacred moment.

Today, I sat at the handpan and breathed and listened and let the rhythm of the moment move my hands. As soon as I finished, I thought of my son, the cool early morning air on that autumn morning, and the fog’s mystical dance. 


Listen with headphones or on a quality stereo system if at all possible. 🎧☺️🎧🙏🏽🎧☺️🎧

Unmasking Ourselves

A reflection and guided meditation…and some handpan ☺️. Note: If you just want the Guided Meditation, scrub to 8:50 on the audio track. 

What masks do you wear? What do you see in the mirror? Who do you see in the mirror? How can you live from your fullest and truest self throughout the day? 

Join me in exploring these questions and engaging in practices to connect you to your true self in each moment. May we reflect in our lives who we truly are ☺️☺️.

Gene’s Song: A Farewell

Gene’s Song

While playing at the assisted living center this morning, one of our friends was passing away in his room. It is hard to describe the emotions from that scene. As we sat together, watching the flow of friends and family coming to pay their respects, a song emerged for the moment. This is our song, Gene’s Song.

So often, in our culture, death is hidden away from public view and we have few experiential “muscles” to help us through these times until we are faced with losing someone close enough to us that we can’t “get away” from this very natural stage of life. 

Gene was only at the center for three weeks and he was often asleep during our time together or talking in ways that made it difficult for us to understand.  But once, while the handpan was comforting us with its healing frequencies, he lifted his head and looked up at us, suddenly alert, and said, “Ahhhh…So peaceful.” 

I feel a great sense of gratitude for this group of people who have allowed me to be a small part of their lives. And I feel a deep sense of gratitude for the handpan and how it has brought healing and peace not only to me but now through me. 

I learn much from them. We laugh together, we play music together, and sometimes we cry together. 

May we all be peace, joy, wholeness, and love in this ever-changing world. 

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