…a pillow of peace to rest on.
…habitual.
…large awareness of the small and unnoticed.
…the warmth of abundance.
May your cup runneth over.
Cheers.
In tune. Eye-locked. Active listening. Responsive.
These are the charming characteristics of one who engages.
Could it be that our addiction to technology is being fueled by its ability to now listen and respond to what we are saying?
We don’t forget those people and things that engage us.
Slap on some charm.
then what do you make?
Full disclosure, I’m not sure of the exact answer, or if there is one specific answer. But it’s probably, metaphorically, some form of noise. Something unnoticed. Something lost in the mix.
A life that makes a difference is one that points or leads in a way in which people or things are not the same after being encountered to it.
Your music is the difference you’re here to make.
Noise bounces.
Music sticks.
Finally, The Game has a name: Change.
As much as we may think music about the musician, it’s not about him or her.
When we make our music we find ourself in an experience full of meaning, purpose, and fulfillment. Simultaneously, we’re giving a gift to the world.
Imagine a joy so unexplainable that it spills over and gives joy to those who encounter it.
That is what happens when we make our music. We swap joy.
Giving > Receiving.
We all have gardens that obey the universal laws of harvest.
Cultivate the garden and the garden grows and blooms brilliantly with beauty and produce. Neglect the garden and the weeds spread and eventually take over. With either choice there’s an aftermath of growth.
Your art is a garden. Your family is a garden. Your career is a garden. Your hope is garden. Your passion is a garden. Let’s go deep…your soul is a garden. Let’s go wide…your life is a garden.
No matter your garden, your job isn’t to simply show up.
Your job is to cultivate day after day. Rain, sleet, snow, or shine.
Like it or not, something is going to grow.
Weeds: Noise. Flowers : Music.
And lucky farmer is an oxymoron.
Ashton.Gustafson 