setbacks are a normal part of life.  this we are all too familiar with.  and of course we also know there are times when it feels like a gentle breeze that could flip up your skirt if you’re not careful - playful and inspiring giggles.  other times, it can be so forceful that you feel flattened.  unable to breathe or believe you will recover as the same person.

i was flattened last night.  somehow it seems that when i take four steps forward getting closer and closer to my dream, all of a sudden, the hand comes slamming down only to leave me shocked and spilled all over the floor.

the irony of course is that music is my life line even when it feels like i am denied access to the world i love so much.  clinging to my collection of songs, i’ve been letting the hundreds of artists i admire move me all day today.  these men and women have surrendered to their craft in ways that i have yet to learn.  i am still enslaved by my desires of freedom to be an artist. 

the song carrying me now is peter gabriel’s remake of a punk rock song called, "the book of love."    i am hoping that some rejuvenation comes soon. 

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