That Which Comes and Goes, Or, It’s Only Rock and Roll

That which comes and goes, rises and sets, is born and dies is the ego. That which always abides, never changes, and is devoid of qualities is the Self.
Ramana Maharshi

A joy of my life is showing people how to meditate, how to fall into that place of ego-less consciousness that is at the base of ourselves. During the one-hour calls, we find that open awareness that exists underneath our thoughts, emotions and personality, and we watch what comes up. We see what it’s like to be pulled away into the past and future by thought. We see what it’s like to observe our emotions devoid of story. We see pain rise and fall. We find the field of our true being, our truth. To live from this place is bliss. read more

To Protect and Border and Greet Each Other: Musings of Love at an Island Wedding

This weekend the band was flown to the East Coast, to an island wedding that was spectacularly fun and joyful and quite extravagant. We don’t play many weddings, and the ones we have played have sometimes ended awkwardly, with the bride obviously unhappy that she got talked into indulging the groom into hiring a pounding rock band for her reception. This one was not like that. We had a great time and were part of a series of musical events that kept the party going until late at night.

I was happy, seeing two people so obviously well-matched and in love. Married people like to see other people getting married. For most of my life I assumed that was because they wanted other suckers to commiserate with, to validate their poor choices. Which says everything about my previous mindset about marriage and pretty blatantly shows that I am probably not the best person to which you should hitch your wagon. read more

In Praise of Great Women

The most recent journey in a Summer of traveling was to the East Coast for a couple of shows and then a few days with my mentor in upstate New York. She has been a part of my life since I was 22, when I was living in New York City and bouncing like a ping pong ball from identity to identity. She was my teacher from the moment we met. I wanted to know what she knew, that easy and joyful way of being in the world, the seeking mind, the deep knowing. I wanted to be on the same path. I was too naive to know what that meant, but it was instinct to follow her influence. read more