To me it seems that those sciences are vain and full of errors which are not born of experience, mother of all certainty, first hand experience which in its origins, or means, or end has passed through one of the five senses. ~ Leonardo da Vinci The Archetype of Human Potential
"I dont try to set standards of perfection for anyone else. I do feel everyone does try to reach his better self, his full potential, and what that consists of depends on each individual. Whatever that goal is, moving toward it does require vigilance."-Coltrane
This is a postscript to my entry earlier-which rolls of the page like an exhaled plume of smoke against a predawn sky of early autumn. I am reflecting back through the day now, collecting my thoughts [as many as I can, for they seem to flow too quick or not at all these days] I selected the Song- Kulu Se Mama for the first part of this blog because I feel it sums up the thematic issues I am grappling with at this juncture in life. The Song completely shifts at around the 8 minute mark (many people never listen this longthey seem to think Trane begins and ends with a honking and squeals.) The passage slows down awash in a delicate bath of chimes and slow tirades across the speakers; you can begin to understand the almost overwhelming feeling of arrival as in a spiritual homecomingthat knowing feeling of evolving perfection that gives one soul a respite before the mind decides it is time to push on to the next level. I have decided to try to approach people with this idea in mind; that we are all in constant motion and flux; reaching for this shore where we can rest before taking off again searching for that chime which signals homecoming. How can we dismiss anything in this richly textured world if we only listen with half an ear? So as the last intentions of the day are slowly fulfilled and filed away, I swing into the last fleeting minutes of free time, children asleep, windows latched and prepare to Join Sherlock Holmes, perhaps staying awake long enough to hear the last subtle strains of Bartoks music for deux violins calling to me from the page; I can only guess that Mr. Holmes, was indeed a fan of the composer. I leave you my few gentle readers the most easily identified Coltrane composition-Blue train (Even the simplest of blues structures provided enough room for Coltrane's harmonic curiosity, his searing emotional flurries, and his "sheets of sound" approach.)
BLUE TRAIN MP3
"I dont try to set standards of perfection for anyone else. I do feel everyone does try to reach his better self, his full potential, and what that consists of depends on each individual. Whatever that goal is, moving toward it does require vigilance."-Coltrane
This is a postscript to my entry earlier-which rolls of the page like an exhaled plume of smoke against a predawn sky of early autumn. I am reflecting back through the day now, collecting my thoughts [as many as I can, for they seem to flow too quick or not at all these days] I selected the Song- Kulu Se Mama for the first part of this blog because I feel it sums up the thematic issues I am grappling with at this juncture in life. The Song completely shifts at around the 8 minute mark (many people never listen this longthey seem to think Trane begins and ends with a honking and squeals.) The passage slows down awash in a delicate bath of chimes and slow tirades across the speakers; you can begin to understand the almost overwhelming feeling of arrival as in a spiritual homecomingthat knowing feeling of evolving perfection that gives one soul a respite before the mind decides it is time to push on to the next level. I have decided to try to approach people with this idea in mind; that we are all in constant motion and flux; reaching for this shore where we can rest before taking off again searching for that chime which signals homecoming. How can we dismiss anything in this richly textured world if we only listen with half an ear? So as the last intentions of the day are slowly fulfilled and filed away, I swing into the last fleeting minutes of free time, children asleep, windows latched and prepare to Join Sherlock Holmes, perhaps staying awake long enough to hear the last subtle strains of Bartoks music for deux violins calling to me from the page; I can only guess that Mr. Holmes, was indeed a fan of the composer. I leave you my few gentle readers the most easily identified Coltrane composition-Blue train (Even the simplest of blues structures provided enough room for Coltrane's harmonic curiosity, his searing emotional flurries, and his "sheets of sound" approach.)
BLUE TRAIN MP3
hostileintent:
He came up with it himself . . . from where we are not sure. He decided this in August. We kept expecting him to change his mind but he never did. He's a very creative and stubborn child. 
