Copious Compositional Flow

Last night's dream was excitingly vivid. A lifelong dream of living in wilderness and composing music for the sheer joy of it was fulfilled about 20 years ago when I began living fulltime on the first homestead situated in a remote canyon just four miles downslope from a place called Gascon Point. Surrounded by national forestland, the peace and solitude was complete there and rarely disrupted. This allowed new music to flow copiously from mind, through instruments, and into the atmosphere. In the dream last night, new music flowed both across the space-time warp and into the stream which coursed through the house. And there were collaborators there playing along, adding wonderful richness to the composition as it congealed and soared upward via Syntonic Weft and tumbled glistening downstream.

Having listened long to music in streamflows cascading within various wilderness areas, I suspect this dream arose from some of those superb experiences. The Music Must Flow.