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Free Write Friday ~ A Boomer Remembers the Sounds of Living in the Moment with Bob Kaufman’s ” O-Jazz-O War Memoir” featuring Beatles & Jazz – In My Life

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Music would take over at the point at which words become powerless, with the one and only object of expressing that which nothing but music could express. Debussy

February 26th

Today it appears that spring has sprung.  A warm glow piercing through my window cradling the chill from last evening.  Jung wrote:  “The serious problems in life are never fully solved.  If ever they should appear to be so it is a sure sign that something has been lost.  The meaning and purpose of a problem seem to lie not in the solution but in our working at it incessantly.  This alone preserves us from stultification and putrefaction.”  The San Francisco Bay area is plagued with Homelessness.  I know a thing or two about that because things went totally and literally south last May when I gave up my spacious one bedroom apartment in a lovely community off of Puget Sound in Seattle.  I wasn’t running from anything, rather, I was running for the life that was waiting for me.  Now when I look back, I would have hoped that I could find a place, not like a shelter where I would be able to actualize my dream.  But my dream to write and to help others to overcome adversities like money and a place to live where my dreams can come to life and in accordance with God’s plan for all of us.

So to this end it is only natural that at the tender age of eleven, I had fallen in love with jazz sound and words.  Jazz poetry is the best of both worlds for me.  I have discovered that there ain’t nothin’ in this world I could ask God to give me than the gift of translating notes into words.  Take the shape of a life lived in full measure.  Of course, with that gift I had to face the perfect storms of life and after all that is played and done, a glorious experience and sense of timing.  The art of knowing when to..stop, start, slow it down, staccato and rests carefully placed on the canvas of life.  That knowing has left me craving peace and serenity and knowing deep down to the souls of my heart that the joy comes when we wait.  Waiting is the first born of jazz poetry.

Exploring mindfulness meditations and conversations that give the soul the full acoustic literary dose of memories, dreams, inspiration that expands and awakens the mysterious source of living the life that is waiting for us….  Today I want to take a closer look at Bob Kaufman and unleash the scores of wisdom and insight.  I paired Beatle Jazz with sounds that are a reflection of growing up.  If it were not for the life riff jeering, circumstances filled with timbres that were flat or that shrilled to a thrilling vibrato that casted notes penetrating rhythms of stride that were both arbitrary in nature and where drummers paid homage to the cultural rage and chaos of the streets giving a steady ebb and flow of memory syncopation of tradition with ambient sounds marred by the blue mood of hard times that stirred like a river of notes ornamenting the riots deep and knapped within that scrambled new rhythms and tonal alliterations that struggled against the personal entropy that was disoriented by High Society and an acceptability of just being different.  The battle continues to rage between faux and real, inspiration and economic oppression and to actualize a life that understands human pain and is able to transcend it’s ravages became a snap shot of learning by living from my father and my mother because they have made this all possible…Peace & Love Out!  JBC 8-)♥ (Excerpt from The Sound I Felt”)

Poet Jack Micheline said about Kaufman, “I found his work to be essentially improvisational, and was at its best when accompanied by a jazz musician. His technique resembled that of the surreal school of poets, ranging from a powerful, visionary lyricism of satirical, near Dadaistic leanings, to the more prophetic tone that can be found in his political poems.

 

O-Jazz-O War Memoir: Jazz, Don’t Listen To It At Your Own Risk

by  Bob Kaufman

In the beginning, in the wet

Warm dark place,

Straining to break out, clawing at strange cables

Hearing her screams, laughing

Later we forgave ourselves, we didn’t know”

Some secret jazz

Shouted, wait, don’t go.

Impatient, we came running, innocent

Laughing blobs of blood & faith.

To this mother, father world

Where laughter seems out of place

So we learned to cry, pleased

They pronounce human.

The secret Jazz blew a sigh

Some familiar sound shouted wait

Some are evil, some will hate.

“Just Jazz, blowing its top again”

So we rushed & laughed.

As we pushed & grabbed

While jazz blew in the night

Suddenly they were too busy to hear a simple sound

They were busy shoving mud in men’s mouths,

Who were busy dying on the living ground

Busy earning medals, for killing children on deserted street corners

Occupying their fathers, raping their mothers, busy humans we

Busy burning Japanese in atomicolorcinemascope

With stereophonic screams,

What one hundred per cent red blooded savage, would waste precious

time

Listening to jazz, with so many important things going on

But even the fittest murderers must rest

So they sat down in our blood soaked garments,

and listened to jazz

lost, steeped in all our death dreams

They were shocked at the sound of life, long gone from our own

They were indignant at the whistling, thinking, singing, beating,

swinging,

They wept for it, hugged, kissed it, loved it, joined it, we drank it,

Smoked it, ate with it, slept with it

They made our girls wear it for lovemaking

Instead of silly lace gowns,

Now in those terrible moments, when the dark memories come

The secret moments to which we admit no one

When guiltily we crawl back in time, reaching away from ourselves

They hear a familiar sound,

Jazz, scratching, digging, blueing, swinging jazz,

And listen,

And feel, & die.

Symbol 4 Inner Peace & Strength
Symbol 4 Inner Peace & Strength

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Tell It Slant Tuesday ~ an Improvised Mindfulness Meditation ~ Sounds In the Wind – First Love featuring a Video Snap ~ 10 Minute Loving Kindness Meditation – New Mindful Life

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Sounds In the Wind

First Love

By Jannat Marie

The first muted note

That caresses your face

A dream that spoke

Beating in a syncopated space

Covering your heart’s sacred place.

 

Discordant suffocating breath

Ravaging the spirits with ornamented ghost notes of death

This is the choice and the sphere

Wild dancing kicks through fears.

 

This is the song’s laconic ennui

Nestled close to the quick

Evaporating and setting you free

Scented riffs that do the trick

Through sounds tortuous licks.

 

Sounds of a child’s love that pleases

Lingering in your ears

Making you do anything with ease

Choreographed an improvised life, replacing fear

Remembering the first sounds of love always appear.

 

Published on Oct 7, 2013

This guided mindfulness meditation helps to cultivate gratitude and present moment awareness.

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Symbol 4 Inner Peace & Strength

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Free Write Friday ~ A Mindfulness Meditation Riff 4 Big Dreams − New Life is featuring Stanley Clarke’s Butterfly Dreams

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Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world. ~ Harriet Tubman

 “New Birth, New Creation”

By Carol Lynne

 

Life is change, every moment brings change.

In this moment there is creation
There is passion
There is fire
There is birth
A new idea
A new creation
A new love
A new passion.
Energies stir within my soul
And new aspects are born in this moment.
All is excitement
All is wonderment
I am in awe as I experience new creation
New birth.”

 

The Vedanta teaches us that there are seven states of consciousness. These are: (1) deep sleep; (2) dream state which occurs while we are in the 1st state; (3) awake state which we are in the majority of the time; (4) meditative state where we have a glimpse of the soul; (5) cosmic consciousness; (6) divine consciousness and last but not least (7) unity consciousness.   Today I fell in a somewhat reflective mood and am ready to move on and conforming to my dreams. When I was 3 years old I was passionate about books and music – jazz and ethnic music. When I sat in my mom’s lap as she read from a reader brought me immeasurable joy at the deepest level. I now realize my love of writing and reading were born and established that heat has a kinship with what is essential for my life. Ironically, I am calling for questions that I usually reserve for the New Year and a way to let go of the negative energies of my old efforts.  I didn’t get the grant I applied for a few months ago.  Now I am blogging and working on new tasks that give me boundless energy and I am following my North Star.  Timing is everything when it comes to animation and jazz.  What is most substantial are the internal questions and what would be the inspiration for both my mental and physical state of being.  Thinking over and opening up your mettle to the possibilities is what keeps me going.  Experience has demonstrated that.  And then I am giving way to lean in on my dreams and learn from my mistakes.  I will begin by embracing the wonder and mystery of life and then I may expand my intellect and connect to my cozy world.  Creating and improvising allows for a change that will benefit everything and everyone.   I plug-in, crank up the volume of Butterfly Dreams, let the flow begin… streaming jazz, words, symbols, dreams and expansion.  Timbre changes my orientation, the beat dominates the regular recurrence of my spirit and I become mindful of the riffs that emerge that are transforming my life and prepares me for life’s riff to get.  How would you go about it though?  How do you change a negative into a positive?  It doesn’t use up magic or illusions; it shouts for your dreams and the bravery and imagination to freely improvise the changes that heals and nourishes you.  Baby steps in the start; with practice it becomes natural and joyous.  Follow your life and let it lead you to where you never believed was possible? Peace & Love Out!  JBC 😎 & ❤

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Tell It Slant Tuesday ~ Jazz Note Flash ~ “one note wanders” by Jazzybeatchick featuring Monk’s Epistrophy

This is a pastiche inspired by Improvised Life| antidote the ordinary’s post Thelonious Monk’s Notes On Life and Music 

one note wanders…

by Jazzybeatchick

Living moment to moment

Life makes many sounds in notes

Can’t live within, can’t do alone but in Solitude

Hear hate, deceit, greed, guilt that are sharing the same swing.

Sometimes eternal notes of death

Is the only peace ‘cause Monk notes “…Cause when you’re swinging

swing some more…

 

Notes emanating from mistakes that fill the air with despair ‘cause

God’s promises take on different meanings depending upon timing.

Joys like dreams soiled by the cacophony of fear.

Salacious and sentient improvisation is the only survival mechanism

Found where a heart beats syncopated in an asynchronous fantasy that we hear…

 

Monk notes “Don’t play everything (or every time):  Let some things go by.

Some music is just imagined.  What you don’t play can be more important

Than when you do….”

Timing, rhythm, imagination, and courage to express and live in the moment of your truth.

“Whatever you think can’t be done, somebody will come along and do it.

A genius is the one most like himself…” Monk resounds.

 

Notes echo in your soul to eternity.

Reminding the jazz that made the sound come true, bring me home to a sound

That echo’s harmony and a peace I have always known.

A calling in my heart that forgives

the ravages of life’s cruel moments hoping that in the CODA

My life makes a difference.

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Symbol 4 Inner Peace & Strength

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Jazz 4 The Holidaze: ~ Improvising Considerations 4 the New Year! Creating a Chance of a Lifetime ~ Part I featuring Video Snap of Positive Thinking

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“The cool thing is that jazz is really a wonderful example of the great characteristics of Buddhism and great characteristics of the human spirit. Because in jazz we share, we listen to each other, we respect each other, we are creating in the moment. At our best, we’re non-judgmental.”  Herbie Hancock

Wishing you a Fabulous New Year!  It’s that time again for Resolutions.  I want to awaken listeners around the world to the powers of jazz and prose to heal and transform individuals and communities.

Fifty Shades of Jazz | Improvising Life Through Jazz © is my personal blog that reflects my mindfulness meditations, healthy living style, and thoughts on my transformation and healing journey living with complications from Breast Cancer and GBS (an autoimmune neuropathy).  When I apply Jazz and Zen Mind philosophy aka Improvisation has saved my life.  It began in 1997 when my mom and myself in the battle with Breast Cancer.  This blog will be filled with all things Jazz in entertainment, knowledge and wisdom pertaining to spirituality, philosophy, social commentary, music, health and various other thought-provoking subjects.  It continues to be my dream to garner sharing our experiences through comments and suggestions and Guest Posts that would evoke, exchange, and express our experiences of the blessings, beliefs and the right frame of mind we have felt and listened to along the life journeys that are engaging and inspiring.  On that note….

I found this wonderful post on the Live Write Thrive website by Robin Patchen that takes a look at cadence and rhythm as it relates to Searching for the Poetry in Story.

“Readers long for beauty in words the way tourists seek out beauty in landscape and architecture. Perhaps they fly to Paris for the wine and cheese, but they’ll admire the Notre Dame on the way to dinner, and the trip will be richer for it.

Cadence is rhythm. It’s that thing that makes you need to finish a limerick or lyric. If I were to sing “The wheels on the bus” Everybody in the room would say or at least think, “. . . go round and round.” You can’t help yourself because cadence longs to be finished. Poetry has a rhythm, and rhythm longs for completion.

Beautiful writing is about more than cadence though. It’s also about choosing lovely words, choosing the right words—those that reflect the scene and mood. It’s about letting people see beyond the words to the setting and characters and emotions beneath.”

“Life is what happens to you when you are busy making other plans.” John Lennon

 

It’s , many of us reflect on all that we’re grateful for. High on my list this year, as every year, are books and blogs. I cannot imagine my life without them and my friendly bloggers.  Here is a guided meditation for positivity throughout this Holiday Season that I use since I request a table for one,  I am never alone now.  Here is a gift for you!

Positive Thinking Meditation: Endorphin Meditation with Positive Affirmations

Focusing on the positives, and blessings rather than the negatives in our lives makes a real difference with respect to how we feel on a daily basis. It motivates us, enables us to feel inspired, brings hope, nurtures healthy self-esteem, and style builds self-confidence and makes us happy.  Neuroscience suggests that we can train ourselves to feel good and think positively ~ it’s a learned ability.  With practice and consistency we grow the neural pathways and collect cellular memory in our brain to take us whenever we need it. It’s a powerful yet gentle way to deal with depression.

I have desperately been trying to live simply and embrace nature by just leaning in and letting things happen spontaneously.  To not allow my ego to control or judge everything. It is so easy to get in our own way by imposing our desires, hidden agendas, ambitions, and ideas of what is right or wrong.   So just for today, let’s change the format a bit using poetry and the above meditation to set the cadence of our life’s transformation taking us to the life that is meant for us.

If I Had My Life to Live Over

by Nadine Stair

 

If I had my life to live over,
I’d dare to make more mistakes next time.
I’d relax, I would limber up.
I would be sillier than I have been this trip.
I would take fewer things seriously.
I would take more chances.
I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers.
I would eat more ice cream and less beans.
I would perhaps have more actual troubles,
but I’d have fewer imaginary ones.

You see, I’m one of those people who live
sensibly and sanely hour after hour,
day after day.

Oh, I’ve had my moments,
And if I had it to do over again,
I’d have more of them.
In fact, I’d try to have nothing else.
Just moments, one after another,
instead of living so many years ahead of each day.
I’ve been one of those people who never goes anywhere
without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a raincoat
and a parachute.
If I had to do it again, I would travel lighter than I have.

If I had my life to live over,
I would start barefoot earlier in the spring
and stay that way later in the fall.
I would go to more dances.
I would ride more merry-go-rounds.
I would pick more daisies.

If I could have a grown-up Christmas wish, it would be to eradicate the bully voices that plague so many writers. Although I understand, too, that it’s the struggle that makes the achievements all that much more rewarding.

I’d love to hear from others of you who’ve found helpful strategies for writing through the loneliness, for connecting to your writing even if and when no one is listening. Part of this is a practice; part of it is gaining confidence that what we say matters; part of it is owning that we want to be successful and that’s okay.

And then, of course, the number of people who are listening is going to shift as you grow. You may start with ten listeners and grow to a few hundred and then to a few thousand and then much more. Even the most famous and widely published authors started with a first piece of writing and a first published book.

Happy holidays and New Year everyone!

Until…Peace & Love Out!  JBC 😎

Symbol of Love
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50 Shades of Monterey ~ The Best Laid Plans…featuring “Groovin’ High” (2007 Digital Remaster) ~ Dizzy Gillespie)

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This is an excerpt from my memoir “The Sound I Felt” ~ The Feelin’ ain’t gone, it’s filled with riffs from the past, present and future.

When I woke up yesterday morning, the first day of the Monterey Jazz Festival I discovered that my breast cancer treatment was scheduled for the same day. The one thing that I have discovered on the road to Monterey is that no matter where I am – I am always there.  All is well.

It’s Saturday, September 19, 2015.  Today I headed to Fisherman’s Wharf.  There was a Tsunami of emotional memories that came like a wave of healing that inspired me to expand on this whole idea of moving from Seattle, Washington back to my jazz roots in Monterey.  I am living in the East Bay but BART is my portal back to the 1965 MJF fairgrounds for day two of this year’s festival.

When the idea (in my terms the “melody”) in this case covering the Festival, breast cancer always seems to hit the bottom notes creating my counter melody. So jazz and its’ culture becomes the ambient substrate for me to write harmonic riffs and changes to heal my life and to improvise a way to have the best of both worlds. There are three categories that describe ways which folks approach life. Inner-directed, other-directed and tradition-directed.

Growing up, my father through his music and living style demonstrated and showed me that I am an Inner-directed individual. In my sixty years, I can’t think of any musician, artist or writer who is not. Inner directed people don’t care about anything except what they want to do most! On the other hand I have gone to school and have friends that are other-directed that don’t appear to have a sense of their identity based upon the approval of others or the world around them. In the 70s when I was graduating from college and I tried to make my father happy by going to medical school, the tradition-directed approach would be the best way to describe following the rules that were handed down from my father’s dream for me and past. There were many discordant harmonies that threw me off balance and caused a tremendous amount of conflict, dis-ease and most of all an identity crisis. Don’t you know that mixed chicks don’t fit in anywhere.

Life is not linear even though it is based upon notes that are on a scale. Mindfulness constantly reminds me of how I am feeling. When the melody and rhythm are bathed in jazz form, there is freedom to explore and to live within the discomfort and acceptance brings about healing on all fronts.

This is a prelude to the next segment ~ Riff Words ~ Monterey Jazz, Then & Now on my Kindle…

Live, Laugh and Love
Live, Laugh and Love

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How I found the Courage 2 Follow the Sound I Felt 2 Live the Life that is Waiting For Me featuring Gil Fuller & The Monterey Jazz Festival Orchestra with Dizzy Gillespie and James Moody “Man From Monterey”

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“I firmly believe the key difference between living a life fulfilled and a life of status quo is courage.  Unless we find the courage to follow our Heart’s Wisdom – the wisdom of our Highest Self —the wisdom of our Highest Self—we may never know the fullest joy that the Universe has in store for us.” ~ Valerie Rickel

 

Last night I prayed to have the strength and courage to make this life change and to move to California.  I received my answer @ 3 am.  I got up and made my cappuccino and went to check my email.  I found Valerie Rickel’s article “The Courage to Change” on Daily Soul Retreat.  This proves Paul Coelho’s “And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.”

From my experience, timing is the key to life and jazz.  I am donating the last vestiges of furniture to a charity, and I will pack up my car and drive looking towards the fulfillment of my dream.  Just as Valerie conveys, the never looking back thing would refer to the resistances I have experienced that included over thinking, and those who thought I was absolutely out of my mind.  It indeed has been a battle of fear and liberating myself to do the second most courageous thing I have done in my entire life.  I am finishing what my mother and I originally started twelve years ago and to not complete the dream meant that my mother died in vain.

I have spent the last year visualizing and clarifying my dream it was the necessary spiritual maturity that gave me a deep, rock solid faith and knowing deep down in my heart that completing my journey would bring about something wonderful that has been the sound I felt when the dream was first planted.  But like Cheryl Strayed‘s memoir “Wild” who embarked on here Pacific Crest Trail trek, there are inherent dangers that will present themselves but the ability of mindfulness improvisation is all the preparation I will need.  Truth be told, I trust and firmly believe that the still small voice will lead and provide the strength into the life that is waiting for me. Man From Monterey was an arrangement that my father wrote in 1965 that is the sound I felt and became my dream.

I have not heeded the sound in my heart for over twelve years because of my broken heart and wanting to regain the loss that left such a void in my heart.  When I meditated and called upon my memories, I have made this decision three other times in my life.  It was my grief that had a toehold on my heart and not wanting to make a decision because of being in the midst of my grief.  Seattle has been a safe haven and has given me experiences that convinced me that if I settle for this existing state of affairs where I am on the brink of homelessness and broke because I have not been able to find part-time work to supplement my disability benefits, I would have given up on my dreams and myself and my potential of never realizing the fullest and happiest life.

I believe that we all have this inner knowing and understanding that resides deep in our souls and heart.  And fitting in I know that I tried not to display my unhappiness.  But I have discovered what the consequence of not following our deepest desire caused me to self medicate with alcohol and to give up.  However, when I stopped self medicating and went back to mindfulness meditation I could hear my father, mother and inner self tell me that I had to live a meaningful and purposeful life.  That is what God’s plan was for me.

Here is a wonderful and inspiring video that helped me to find the courage to want to live my truth and follow it’s wisdom called The Dream of Life.

Thank you Valerie for imparting the encouragement to call upon that inner wisdom and truth that lies in all of our hearts that opened my heart up to want to make this move.  I look forward to the Afterglow that you describe when I get to my destination and will continue to “discover the many wondrous gifts and possibilities that the Universe has in store for me.  I wish this to everyone!  Blessings and Peace & Love Out!  JBC 😎 & <3.

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The Sound I Felt ~ Finding my Way To A Life Imagined ~ Featuring James Moody performing “17 Mile Drive”

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If we could learn to live from the level of the soul, we would see that the best, most luminous part of ourselves is connected to all the rhythms of the Universe.” Deepak Chopra

I love living on the level of my soul because all of my fears and anxiety evaporate.  I hear 17 Mile Drive playing on my car stereo. The conga begins kicking into gear and my heart follows suit.  The horns move in with an immense flourish of sound like the waves messaging the shore.  The ocean is blue in reflection of the sky.  No clouds, just an azure blue that awashes my soul with jazz, James Moody begins blowing changes that take me out of my anxiety.  The resistance from childhood that have pent up negative emotions release me from the prison without windows.  My ego is the warden.  I ignore my ego moving past any and all limitations of my mind that hints of cancer and all things related to outcomes and situations in my world.   The orchestra signals the future is now.  The horns and rhythm syncopation is aligning with the waves in the ocean.  I hear the entire orchestra and the timbre of each instrument cannot be heard without the punctuation of silence.  Debussy described it as Music is the space between the notes.  I am filled with infinite stillness as I drive navigating the salacious curves of the road.  I am suspended in the soul of jazz.

Each of us sees and listens to the world in a different way.  And what we perceive is what determines our inner experience.  The resistance of all the negative emotions binds us and in my case becomes a physical phenomenon.  When I look in my rearview mirror I let go of all perceptions and emotionalized somatizations choosing to see things in a whole new light. The breeze gently caresses my face.

Moody enters with a flourish of expressing his experiences and emotions in that particular moment.  Yoga has taught me that this feeling is a connection to the energy of the sea.  I am a spirit energy that can take on the appearance of an individual.  I am in a place where I am the inner witness. Tears of joy flood my eyes bursting with sound energy that connects to 1965 memories of the Riots and the Monterey Jazz festivities and events that are constantly being recycled, renewed and are played over and over again.

The events that have occurred in my life no matter how much of a mess I believe them to be, I am searching for the Truth that resides in my soul and it is universal.  Starting each day anew I find that listening to jazz symbolizes an opening to the mystery that Maslow describes as the peak experience.  As I round the last curve the orchestra responds to Moody’s improvisation and reaches a crescendo signaling the limitless wonders are coming full circle and the ending by complimenting the continuous sound that merge into the beginning.  Igor Stravinsky said it best…   “I am in the present. I cannot know what tomorrow will bring forth. I can know only what the truth is for me today. That is what I am called upon to serve, and I serve it in all lucidity.”  On that note, I have crossed the threshold and am taking full responsibility for the life that God gave me.  Is there a song that gives you moments of infinite stillness?  Life is a celebration.  I am preparing for returning to Monterey and celebrating the fifty shades of living the life that is waiting for me….  I am prepared to give my heart to loving life as it appears and all those that come into it.  Peace and Love Out!  JBC 😎 & <3.

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Tell It Slant Tuesday ~ To own the Art within the Soul by Emily Dickinson Celebrating the 1965 Monterey Jazz Festival Orchestra CD’s 50th Anniversary featuring “Tin Tin Deo” performed by James Moody with a A Taste for Jazz Byte Rawsome California Rolls.

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Contemporary colorful portrait face decor music jazz by Etsydotcom

This is part of my Fifty Shades of Jazz.  Monterey was the first place that the sound really spoke to my soul in 1965.  Jazz is one of the world’s infinite musical art forms.  Genres like Acid, Avant-Garde, Big Band, Contemporary, Cool, Crossover, BeBop, Fusion even Mainstream Jazz are all sentient acoustics that filled and evened out our lives in times of trouble and change.   Jazz functioned as a communal bond, ritual and form of social interaction where no one needed to stand on ceremony.  It became more than just sounds to me.  It became a way of living in the world today.  I realized that I wanted to be like a song that embraced and caressed the space between the sounds.

Reflecting life where there are whole, half, ornamental, and grace notes that gives each of us a deeper understanding and passion for life.  Jazz is the touchstone of modern cultural imagination, archiving mythical images as well as an aesthetic paradigm creating new modes of writing, listening, seeing and moving according to our heart’s desires.  I love using jazz improvisational elements that have emerged over the years and reflecting them by transforming them through literary forms – narrative, poems and pastiches on a jazz canvas.  Fifty Shades was inspired by the songs on my father’s CD featured on this site.  Now life has come full circle and now I am returning to the womb so to speak ~ Monterey where the first sounds that ignited the art within my soul began 50 years ago.  Let’s begin our road trip with To own the Art within the Soul by Emily Dickinson featuring “Tin Tin Deo” performed by James Moody which is a selection from the CD that beautifully illustrates the possibilities of jazz and its magnificence echoing the sadness that touches all of us.

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To own the Art within the Soul
The Soul to entertain
With Silence as a Company
And Festival maintain

Is an unfurnished Circumstance
Possession is to One
As an Estate perpetual
Or a reduceless Mine.

And  for the Pièce de Résistance California Rolls (p1) – A Healthy Raw Food Recipe For Beginners.  Please don’t be put off by the word beginner, because I mean it in the most loving sense.  Beginner’s Mind  besides we all have to start somewhere.  Bon Appétit!  Peace n Luv Out!  JBC  😎 n ❤

live laugh and love

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The Sound I felt ~ Tell It Slant Tuesday ~My Second Act “Prologue” “I carry your heart with me” by e. e. cummings featuring Dizzy Gillespie performing “17 Mile Drive”

Journey 2 Real U
Journey 2 Real U

“It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.”  ― e. e. cummings

My Second Act began January 1, 1015 and my path through the wilderness of paralysis, breast cancer and my heart being broken open since childhood now begins with a breath – deep and full.  As I begin my journey in Northern California, I am gearing up but I must constantly remind myself to Inhale calmness, exhale awareness.  I selected 17 Mile Drive because it was the arrangement my father wrote that left tracks in my heart.  It was September of 1965, the riots were taking American Cities hostage as Civil Rights was asserting itself into American Culture.  A lot of revolutionary things happened to America that year.  The Monterey Jazz Festival Orchestra 1965 was my deep inhalation and exhalation of a new truth which I am now courageously going to submit to.  It is important that I take a few possessions with me, jazz, some clothes, things to cook with and poems to lift and build me up…The best part is I am NOT alone, you are coming with me….Blessings and Peace & Love Out!  JBC  😎 & <3.  It is exciting and frightening to return 50 years later to a vista whose terrain has changed in my heart and in time.  When fear tries to enter, I breathe….

i carry your heart with me by e e cummings

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

live laugh and love

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