From the blog www.blissanddrumming.com, read by Clementine. She also refers to this work: www.awakeningthetrueself.com

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There is a place I go when I’m playing drums, on stage, with the monitor distorting the guitar line and lights streaking heat onto my eyelids. As decibels rage and as my body bends and powers and strikes, I drop into a place where time hangs in silence. Thoughts of moments past, thoughts of moments future, they drift through this silent place and try to catch me in their nets. Sometimes I can’t help but be brought up to the surface, to the noise and fracture and worry, and when that happens I’m dropped abruptly into the cacophony of the venue around me.

But more and more these days, when I play drums, I stay in that still, quiet place. Here, I live in the heart of the song, played by the song itself. Here, the song is effortless as a heartbeat. Every note rings out and living things are created: this song, this moment. I rest there, and Clementine falls away.