Those few of you who have bothered to visit my Library page and the fewer still who bothered to listen to my music offerings know what is evident. The music there was not done for praise or even recognition. It was done for love... love of my friends, love of life itself, love of doing it and, yes, love of a woman who came to me when I was beaten down and damaged beyond belief by one who had no reason to have done so. My heart sings to Secretary Sage with every beat left in it. My words and my music are alll I will be able to leave her of substance, yet there are other things I ma trying to leave her now.

Today, I let her select the music from my library as she curled up in my lap and snuggled into my arms so that we could share our grief at the total unfairness of life. She needed to be able to cry her hurt and fear and I guess I did too. IT was a bittersweet time for I have finally been able to give voice to the music I hear in my heart and soul. It pleases me almost no end to hear it played back from my speakers just as I heard it in my heart, head and soul the very first time.

May a lion working on a shorttimer's calendar pass on a hint to each of you? Find that something that you share in your souls. Shut out all distractions and then sit togetehr, wrapped tightly in your mutual love and respect and allow that something --- whether it be music, art, words or whatever --- to help you remember what it is that binds your caring.... and whisks away all your differences.

Take it from me. It's really good medicine!