I am a musician and this curious pre-occupation requires that I travel from village to world village. I get to see things
Jane Siberry is a singer-songwriter from Canada with 12 recordings. Her best known song is perhaps "Calling All Angels" which has been used in a number of films and television shows. k.d. lang recorded her songs "Love Is Everything" and "The Valley" on her <em>Hymns of the 49th Parallel</em>. While the music industry has been revising their business model to police downloading, Siberry has quietly been offering her music via self-determined pricing (including as a gift from artist). As a performer, she mixes it up with concerts on world stages such as Carnegie Hall and living rooms in the north of Finland. Her newest collection, the Issa Trilogy (working title), launches its final CD, <i>Meshach Dreams Back </i> on November 19, 2011. <br> <br> Visit Jane on <a href="http://www.facebook.com/janesiberry" rel="nofollow">Facebook</a>, on the <a href="http://janesiberry.com/home/music.html" rel="nofollow">web</a> and at <a href="http://www.cdbaby.com/Artist/JaneSiberry" rel="nofollow">CD Baby</a>.
I was looking out into the dark room and felt a chill go up my spine. "The first fruits of them that sleep." And as I felt the awareness, sweetness and sturdy-heartedness of the audience, I realized that the song was (for me) about all of us "waking up" from the long, dark, suffering-inducing sleep of "unconsciousness."
04/08/2012 11:45 EDT
<img alt="2012-02-14-heartskenny.jpg" src="http://images.huffingtonpost.com/2012-02-14-heartskenny.jpg" width="55" height="50" /style="float: left; margin:10px" >Tell each other how glad you are: that you are breaking up with dignity and consciousness rather than by 'cheating'; that you share the same order of priorities: God, growth, relationships.
02/14/2012 12:24 EST
Someone whose kiss I could understand, And who would understand mine Someone whose hips I could understand, And who would understand the rhythm of mine...
02/13/2012 12:14 EST
Love is everything they said it would be, Love made sweet and sad the same But love forgot to make me too blind to see, You're chickening out aren't you?
02/13/2012 05:14 EST
Someone's mother falls to the sidewalk; on the next street someone looks up. In the cathedral, a burst of laughter; in another city the pigeons fly up and scatter. Someone put down in a New York subway a newspaper picked up in Australia. For each event, the inarticulate glory, the equal and opposite, will tell the story.
02/04/2012 11:24 EST
The outline of the city the sheerness of its height, I thought that I was kidding when I said I love this sight. I love this skyline, towers rising from the trees, white bars on a blue graph not exactly flapping in the breeze.
01/29/2012 01:18 EST
Are your family gatherings like Norman Rockwell paintings or Picasso portraits? If they're the latter, you may find these tips helpful.
12/18/2011 10:18 EST
Since I am about to release a new CD, a glimpse behind the scenes might be of interest. The few times I have done this on my website, I have been surprised at how much people enjoy hearing about the "process."
11/15/2011 01:11 EST
We live in a world where the laws are getting so tight that management has changed to micro-management to quantum-management to paralysis. The farmer who is not allowed to butcher his own meat for health regulations and then reads about abattoirs being fined for unsanitary conditions.
11/02/2011 10:02 EDT
If you ask someone if they like music, they look at you strangely. It seems to be a universal given. Like asking someone if they like breathing. Can you imagine a world with no music? How quiet it would be? How hard it would be to celebrate? How difficult to fight gravity? How impossible to dance?
10/29/2011 08:24 EDT
Denis is a bona fide shepherd. His life revolves around three things: sheep, dogs and family. The family phone is always ringing with people asking for his help. Though he is a true teacher, it is easy to imagine that he is just as happy being completely alone, on the moors, in the forests, not explaining anything.
10/23/2011 09:51 EDT
Everything in my life for the past six years has been about lightening my trappings, unmassing what I had amassed. So, imagine my consternation ﬁnding myself with a puppy snuggled into my touring coat, deep in the Welsh countryside. Magic had prevailed in spite of my muscular disassembling mechanism.
10/16/2011 08:58 EDT
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