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Change
Nov 7, 2008
On the night of November 4, we experienced a historic and powerful moment: the election of the first African-American to the nation’s highest office. The significance of this event crests beyond our country’s borders and floods across oceans and continents. From New York city to Caracas, from Selma to Cairo, we have witnessed how the ideals that founded our country remain alive and vibrant. Equality, liberty, justice and the pursuit of happiness, while not always perfectly nor fully expressed, are still honored as the precious cornerstones that define the United States. Although much of our behavior on the world stage has cast doubt on the authenticity of our beliefs, our choice as a nation to elect Barack Obama shows the planet that while our actions may sometimes fall short, our vision and intentions remain high. "We hold these truths to be self evident” that we, as a nation, have the capacity to grow and change in order to uphold the inspired vision of our founders.

So three days after the election we hold our collective breath with excitement and hope, projecting a collage of possibilities onto the new president and his administration. What is he going to do to bring about the change he promised? What actions will he and his cabinet take to heroically rescue us from a storm of wars, an economic meltdown and a planet gasping under the weight of human mismanagement? These questions loom not only for the citizens of the US, but for the citizens of our global community. We can sit on the sidelines and observe with distant fascination, like spectators at a grueling sporting event, or we can take a step forward and recognize that the change required to overcome these challenges will come only if each one of us goes forth with the same will and effort we seek from our leaders.

Instead of asking Barack Obama and his administration, I turn the questions to each one of us: What are we doing to make a difference? How are we being of service? Are we fostering unity over divisiveness? Are our choices fueled by fear or love? Are we motivated by possibility or limitation? Let’s step into this new era not waiting for the knight in shining armor to rescue us, but knowing that each one of us is responsible for the transformation. As the Hopi elders remind us, we are the ones we have been waiting for.
Istanbul Dusk
Turkey
Nov 3, 2008

It's hard to put words to my experience in Turkey.  It's akin to squeezing the sky through a keyhole. How can I translate a multisensory, heart stretching journey into the linear, limited container of words and sentences?  Most likely the experience will be transmuted and birthed into song, melodies lifting like fragrances under the dusk silhouette of an Istanbul skyline and the chorus of calls to prayer. 

Historically, I've been a truant in the world of photography. I may go as far as packing a camera, and if prompted, I can even carry it on my person.  I rarely, though, pull it out.  I'm too consumed by the experience to think of extracting myself from the moment to capture it on camera.  I show up late to the picture, waylaid by what I see.  I mention this now because on this sojourn to Turkey, I leaned on the camera as an ally in framing a world that extended far beyond what I had previously known. 

I posted pictures in this journal before attempting to write anything down.  Still, these pictures contain just a tiny fraction of the whole...one pomegranate seed plucked from the ripe and bursting fruit.

The idea for this trip blossomed as an invitation from Kabir and Camille Helminski.  After a series of exquisitely synchronous events, I found myself on the California coast writing songs with Lisa Ferraro and Kabir Helminski based on the poetry of 13th century mystic poet/philosopher Jelaladin Rumi.  Although he lived nearly 800 years ago, Rumi's transcendent heart and expansive vision make him profoundly relevant today.  So much so, that he currently is the best selling poet in the US.  Kabir and Camille were the first to translate and publish his work in the West.  Being able to connect and collaborate with them was like finding the wise mountain guides who not only know the best trail to the peak, but also delight in the wonder of each flower along the path, the shifting colors of the leaves, the way light dances through the limbs of a tree. 

Lisa and I met Kabir at a conference last November (Circle of Love).  Within fifteen minutes of meeting we wrote the first of what became an eleven song collection.  The songs arrived as gifts.  After the first song was completed, we ended up composing the other ten over two separate weekends.  Somewhere towards the end of the first weekend of songwriting, the possibility of collaborating with Turkish musicians in the land of Rumi started taking shape.  With over thirty years of traveling to Turkey, Kabir and Camille have an extensive circle of friends and family and the likelihood of being able combine our Western contemporary style songs with traditional Turkish instruments seemed temptingly possible.

So less than a month ago I found myself on a plane bound for Istanbul.  We arrived, Lisa and I, with the unique intoxication born from the  exhaustion of transcontinental travel and the excitement of discovery.  I had never before been to Asia and arriving at this particular geographic juncture that hinges Europe to the Middle East left my imagination wide open.  I had no expectations, no point of reference.

Kindness. Beauty. A cultural delta where Western modernism and Eastern tradition blur. Tea at a moment's notice. Eating bread where bread was first eaten. Holding a tulip bulb where tulips first bloomed. Did I mention kindness? We joked about escaping from the clutches of hospitality.  Ladies offering sweet dates and hugs in the mosques.  The deep enjoyment of food and conversation, wisdom and laughter. Music. How can you explain what it is to spend fifteen hours with musicians you have just met, having only the most minimal words in common but sharing the richest of conversations? 

Look at the pictures...maybe you'll hear the songs.

Love from this side of the lens,

~Erika

Feet and stones
Silence
Sep 8, 2008

I've always sought out silence.  As much as I love connecting and being in the vibrant buzz of people, ideas, and community, there's essential nourishment that comes from being alone and being in silence.  As any artist knows, while inspiration may strike at any moment (quiet or not), the incubation of that idea and it's journey from the possible into the tangible only happens as a result quiet and space.  Virgina Woolf attributed it to having a "Room of One's Own." We each create a room of our own design.

So this August, I accepted the invitation to spend ten days in silence.  Ten days without reading, writing or playing music.  Ten days defined by daily practice of meditation, mindfulness and a deepening awareness of consciousness.  Arriving at my cushion in the meditation hall  became its own kind of adventure travel: where would my mind take me this time? 

The amazing thing, though, was that my mind quieted down and made room for a different kind of wisdom/experience to step forward.  Being steeped in the extraordinary beauty that surrounded us - rugged mountain peaks standing watch over a valley of soft grasses, dragonflies, river stones and beaver ponds - afternoon breezes carrying the scent of pine and sage - birdsongs, cricket calls, and grasshopper hums filling the sonic landscape - all of these summoned the senses to wake up and take notice.  My senses awoke  to the details, to the expansiveness of my surroundings and when I sat in meditation, my "mind" opened to a broader, cellular wisdom, to the wisdom that orders the gravitation of planets and the photosynthesis of plants.  I sat in awe and gratitude. I walked through the grass, palms open to the sensation of the breeze and the buds, with tears in my eyes and wide smile stretched across my face.

 

 

 

 

with Caroline Aiken-photo by Janet Hans
A Quick Travelogue
Jun 25, 2008

Spring gifted me with beautiful adventures that took me from the snowy peaks of Utah, to delicious dives into the crystaline waters of Flathead Lake outside in Montana.  I experienced the lusciousness of the steamroom at Ammara Spa in Sandpoint, ID.  Every tangled muscle and nerve end softened and melted and forgot whatever tangled it in the first place.

So many remarkable people and experiences: Waterfalls in Georgia, poems and images born from dreams and delivered in hand crafted art pieces.  Laughter cascading as easily as the spring snowmelt...moving from the rockies into the steamy green of the Carolinas; Essential Selves transforming from cocoons into multi-hued butterflies; delectable meals born from knowing hands and the rich bounty of farmers' markets;  and then there was Texas...and Kerrville, my maiden voyage.   Thanks to the loving encouragement of Janet Hans and Rebecca Eaton and the willing company of Lane Gosnay.  I got drunk on the music...served all day.  Songs climbing out from under every tent and melodies nestling themselves into every fold of my being.  So many extraordinary songwriters, in all shapes and sizes, styles and shades.  If I wrote down the name of every one that left me  inspired or moved, I might create a broadband bulge on this cyber thread.  Instead, I'll offer two photos that I recently received: one of me with the Empress of Southern Groove, Caroline Aiken, and the other of me with my newly discovered musical brother, sharing both DNA of heart and spirit, Jason Luckett.

 

Home
Apr 23, 2008

Welcome to my new website, new journal pages, new possibilities unfolding in the cyber-notebook.  

I just returned from a wonderful tour through Utah, Montana, Idaho and Washington. I come "home" while at the same time recognizing there is an undeniable "home" I feel when I connect with such wonderful communities, regardless of their geographical context.

While I can spend hours playing my guitar at home, delighting in the way music makes its way into my imagination, beckoning its songs through strings, fingers and voice, there is another experience altogether that happens when we connect  as audience and perfomer.  Every live performance is its own experience and one that can never be repeated exactly.  It is the sum of the music, the audience and the setting.  As the "performer" I simply open up to the music and the hearts in front of me, reflecting the depth, the strength, the tenderness, the courage and the beauty that surrounds me.

Early in my career, I felt it was my job to conjure up some fanciful expression, to reach somewhere in the confines of my person and serve up a musical dish.  Over time, though, I realized that those "confines" were exactly that: confining.  There was a limited terrain and only so much that I could offer by scratching against the same walls again and again.  It was only when I realized that my job was to tear down the walls, open up to the infinite expression of music  and simply let it flow through me that I would be able to offer something of value.  Like the Sufi poet Hafiz said so beautifully, "I am the hole in the flute through which the Divine Breath moves."  In letting go of what I thought I "should" sound like and surrendering to that greater presence, I could truly offer something nourishing or inspiring.

I feel that  presence not only through the music that courses through me, but through each one who is "present" at a concert and in my world.  So, thank you for being part of this musical co-creation, this journey, for being part of the breath that sustains this life.

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