Tranquility is the leitmotif of this day.  As I have positioned myself before the picture window overlooking my garden, I see the innocent white blooms of the Dogwood contrasting against the fresh green leaves of a mighty Oak.  They dance against one another in my line of sight, now and again revealing a piercing blue sky in the spaces.  It seems to me a sort of natural-world collideascope.  Concurrently, there is a song playing in my mind which is scored masterfully in sync with this serene display.  It is a selection from my upcoming album Days of the Visceral, which is now certain to be the quintessence of self-actualization.  It is what I hear when I look at the world, and the moment of its release will be a beautiful surrender.  I say this because I do not make claim to this music.  I have a clear understanding that it has not come from me but through me.  My artistic process is one of being open to receive – being a clear channel through which Divinity might flow.  Therefore, I think it not egotism to say that this song in my head is of a particular genius – by the One great Artist.  With eager anticipation I look forward to its distribution in the zeitgeist.

Mister H.