Like billowing clouds,
like the incessant gurgle of the brook,
the longing of the soul can never be stilled.
~ Hildegard of Bingen
We can think of ourselves as musical instruments that imprint the world in a unique way. Our body is the instrument, our nerves are the strings, and the musician is our spirit. When in a music store, if yuou pluck a string on a guitar, all the other guitars in the room will vibrate to that tone. What type of music are you making?