Yoga is almost like music in a way; there’s no end to it.
A lot of people approach risk as if it’s the enemy when it’s really fortune’s accomplice.
There is no monopoly on common sense on either side of the political fence.
When the world is running down, you make the best of what’s still around.
An uncle of mine emigrated to Canada and couldn’t take his guitar with him. When I found it in the attic, I’d found a friend for life.
I can’t really change my life to accommodate people who are jealous. I don’t see why I should.
I don’t need to manufacture trauma in my life to be creative. I have a big enough reservoir of sadness or emotional trauma to last me.
You have to be yourself. Stay true to who and what you are. And if people still like you, that’s great! If they don’t, that’s their problem.
I write the music, produce it and the band plays within the parameters that I set.
If you play music with passion and love and honesty, then it will nourish your soul, heal your wounds and make your life worth living. Music is its own reward.
The deeper you get into Yoga you realize it is a spiritual practice. It’s a journey I’m making. I’m heading that way.