New Creative Journey

The sky is gray. The news from New Orleans is an incessant throbbing. This storm has washed away the vestiges of deceit that have covered our country, and I hope a sudden bloom of art and music will surge up in response to all the surrealism that surrounds us. How easy it could be to make small changes for the better of all, but instead we wear blinders while the powerful pump the air with messages of greed and hate, artfully changing the terms and targets so that we stay confused enough to play along. But for a moment all this has been wiped away. Former First Lady Barbara Bush makes a "let them eat cake" statement about the storm victims being better off huddled in shelters that reveals how much a myth of "just plain folks" her family has perpetrated.

Despite all this I feel good. The sun is behind the fog, making everything a brighter white. The homeless man I passed this morning was not dead, only dead drunk, a lunchtime walk reveals. And I am about to embark on a new effort, a tremendous creative launch.

It's scary. The fear is that the effort will subsume everything else. I can't go into much detail, and maybe it will become obvious what I'm talking about, but it's bigger than a CD, bigger than a movie even. OK, I'm being silly here. It's something I've done before, but I'm thrilled to do again... It's a creative force far bigger than myself, one that makes me stronger, one that purifies and forges me as a channel for divine inspiration. But there is still the nagging question: Will any of the old me be left, will I be derailed, will I manage the new pressures?

That's enough hinting for today...