Do you ever hear a voice that's calling inside? Not a lunatic crazy obsessive voice in your head that is stuck in replay of some old story, some old grudge, some old hurt- no, a voice that calls from the heart. It's like that for me these days- I hear a tender, distant, but persistent voice calling through the catacombs of my heart. I almost feel like I'm back in the crypt at Chartres Cathedral when I hear that voice. Lots of echo, very faint, very tender. It calls me back to duty, "come back, come back to your purpose in life". It is a bitter sweet call because it reminds me to let go of distractions and to focus on the core of my spiritual nourishment- my music. This voice makes me be very quiet, very quiet, so that I can hear, see, touch, smell the New that wants to come forth. It is the most fragile state of creativity- the not knowing, the rebirthing of a new chapter. Like a feather in the wind...