Had a beautiful drive through Ohio and West Virginia for a spring break weekend with family in North Carolina.

Goodbye by Ulrich Schnauss
Ulrich Schnauss

There are feelings and emotions rooted in the deeper, darker heart of ourselves that can only be touched by diving below our surface. Music is a frequent guide to accessing this unexplored territory and helping us explore what we don’t have words to express.

But once you are given a tool that operates effortlessly — but only in a certain way — every choice that deviates from the standard represents a major cost.

I recently blogged about my new music page and some really wonderful people stopped by to share their thoughts. It was really fun but it also made me wonder: Without that post, would anybody have ever found that page? Are blogs and social network streams the only tools we have left to discover content that isn’t selling something?

Enjoying a lovely evening at the Detroit Institute of Art.

I stumbled on a question I journaled back in 2017 about social networks turning daily life into performative hustles. It still feels relevant.

Are we heading towards an age where nobody really understands their inner life anymore because we’ve been trained to ignore it?

Immensely enjoyed Wayne State’s Jazz Big Band concert tonight. (My nephew is in there playing trumpet.) I spent the whole evening with a smile on my face and my foot tapping.

💿Few things bring as much joy as rescuing musical treasures from the thrift store and adding them to my collection. My daughter, who has never known life without internet, views my CD ripping like I’m a doomsday prepper.

Feeling very fortunate this morning as we still have power while a great many people living west of us do not.

As much as I enjoy journaling on paper, switching to Day One seems to have finally cracked my problem with abandoning the practice. For now, my phone is my new notebook.

Overnight, all was coated in crystal. Everything now, is still and locked in place. But soon, the sun will gleam and the grass will rise from their bow.

While the teen is away, the parents will play. Enjoying some good music and coffee with the college students in Ann Arbor. My wife and I joked that we were the only people in the place not wearing headphones and on a laptop.

Winter’s chill is ever so slowly waning from the air as the melting snows begin to water the plants they once covered.

We stopped so the train could pass which began a dance over the next several miles. First it went over us, and then we went over it, and finally we traveled side by side, through hills and trees, until our paths diverged.