Sometimes in the Archives, I’ll let pictures speak their thousand.  Pause on words and share an image.

And then, once in a while, a song finds its way to my ears and takes me down in a humble bow to the power of sound.  In this place, beyond the mind, there is only feeling.  Where every cell is plucked to quiver in remembrance.  Where connection is not a concept, but an experience.

Yesterday, a monotonous project on the computer was transformed by the music of Ben Howard.  I stumbled across a KCRW studio session of him performing “Depth Over Distance” and suddenly, there was more at hand than Quickbooks accounting.  Life breathed new through song.

Music is medicine.  Here’s a swig of the sonic elixir.