I used to play the cello. When more urgent psycho-spiritual needs asserted themselves, I stopped. You cannot cart a cello around when you are travelling the world seeking liberation, love, God, enlightenment, world peace, whatever. And though the name of what I was seeking changed many times, the searching remained.

There has been heartbreak and inconsolable loss in Tim’s death. There have also been many gifts. Re-discovering music has been one of the gifts. Tim also loved music and when I am composing, I can feel him working with me.

Click on the links to hear the tracks. Though listen to them through headphones or good speakers. Or download them onto your ipod. Tinny computer speakers will not do them justice.
Though these are all works in progress so please do not judge them too harshly!

Where Worlds Meet

Playing and Reality

The Dream that Dreams Us