There is a moment in ones life where every instant, every experience, every action, purpose, and intention shifts from whatever it seemed to be about, to truly being about love, about waking up to the love that is always here. Being true to what is known in the marrow of your bones. This is a glorious moment. A moment where Mother Earth can breathe a little bit deeper, and Father time can enjoy basking in the light of his timeless essence. This is the moment where all is revealed to be an infinite love song silence sings to itself. All is given. All is taken. All is All. When this shift appears, one effortlessly lives ones life in alignment with this that takes no effort to be. We as Inner Voice are blessed to honor this moment with Music.


Music is a child of Grace. A tone of the ever-present listener. A light that is infused with every possible color, emotion and vibration known to man. What an honor it is to be an instrument to the music that makes our awareness its resting place. What a gift to have all the tools (voice, pen, paper, experience, emotion, instruments, notes, chords, ideas, the willingness to win and the willingness to fail) readily available for this spacious moment to use as it sees fit. Music is another word for medicine, having the capacity to heal and soothe the deepest of wounds with a single note. Ancient or Modern, Music is always fresh, always giving itself completely to all who are willing to receive. It’s appropriate that this sacred exposition of mystery has such an important role in the unfolding of consciousness through these forms we call human beings. Appropriate that music is so universally enjoyed and devoured. Appropriate because we are music. Everything imaginable is a frequency of light, a vibration, a sound, music. This existence is but a note floating through a symphony of self love. Your body is a song. Your field has a geometric pattern of light that is in harmony with every being in every universe known or unknown. Your planet is a choir of angels, a barber shop quartet of earth, wind, fire and water. True music is unknowable, bigger than the sum of its parts, a being, an enchanted possibility, a soul. We as a species have the capacity to allow music to be our guide, leading us to that holy place that has never really been forgotten. We have the opportunity to allow music to be the open door to the home we never really left.