I told a close friend this evening about this story of my best ever flight.
It was a United 747 from Honolulu to San Francisco. They announced that there would be fire trucks on the taxi out to takeoff, not to be alarmed, it would be a "water lei", two great arches of water from the fire hoses, that the plane would taxi through. This was the Hawaiian tradition for an aircraft's last flight. They were retiring this 747 from the fleet. An honor, and a bit auspicious! Yet it was a thrill.
Normal takeoff....big arc climb up over Waikiki, Diamond Head and on out over the deep blue Pacific heading Eastward.
Five hours later, we are on approach to SFO, Runway 24 Right. The captain came on and humbly announced it was his honor also to share with us that this was his last flight and landing before a planned retirement. We all then looked at each other....the air was now filled with anticipation....what a dramatic moment....what would a Captain of 34 years be able to do for his last landing...?
Wow! Cross-winds at 24 knots....I could hear everything from the cockpit on United's great Channel 9 headphones....buffeting winds....crossed the outer marker...beep, beep, beep.....now on final approach .coming down..end of runway in sight...beep, beep....coming down....wind gusts....getting closer.....closer....closer....everyone was waiting for the mild bump.....coming down....more? no more coming down....we were down....no bump....OMG....a cushion three point perfect landing......you could hear a pin drop.....taxi.....mild breaks applied....taxiway left......people just looked at each other....paused and there erupted a loud ovation of applause....it went on with cheers from the crew as well...
Leaving the plane, we expected to see this grand Captain greeting everyone, handshakes, and all....no, I caught a glimpse of him sitting down behind the wheel left seat, just staring forward. If I could understand it, he was savoring his whole career in that moment....
I will never forget that landing, that taxi out at Honolulu, the class way the whole United team handled that sacred flight. There was huge respect. I was lucky to be on that one.....
A Blueflash moment for the Captain....we all witnessed it....there were sacred moments on that flight. Time stood still for a few moments....it was like witnessing a moment of exquisite precision of a huge machine by one human with controls....we had an artful landing....
In the life of the plane, and this Captain, this was the best one....no accident....this pro decided his artform would show as much as he had to give....we witnessed that moment of that art in its highest form.
I do expect most flights to fill in the ordinary category, safe, fast, on time. This was one for the ages...happy I could see it with my eyes! Safe, fast, on time, perfect landing, career over, Blueflash on the record books, now onward to second career, Captain, but job well done!
You see, in one artful landing, this Captain focused his whole career, every landing, every touch of the instruments, every feel for a perfect landing that no one had ever experienced....how many times can we do something like that? Put everything on the last act? Put everything on the last canvas? Put everything on this day, this moment? It's hard. This man did that. I will always remember the image of the Captain sitting alone, in fact, not being there for handshakes, though everyone wanted that. He stole this moment from time. This was his to savor...his last moments in the cockpit, left seat...thousands of hours there, now over...his art...for everyone to see, his own to really enjoy. He knew he will move on to a next career. Life is just beginning for that...but while he can, every last second in that left seat. Have you been there? Where you wanted to just feel it again? Where you knew you had to go, but did not want to go?
The artist puts down the last stroke of paint...to make the painting complete...her heart is full...one more of her works is given to the world...she takes a breath, thinks of what she is....who she lives for...
The writer is the pilot, the artist...he writes one last story...the book is complete...life goes on...
All three are standing together, somewhere in the world now, not together, but together, smelling the fresh, rich coffee brew....sun is coming up...it's morning again....
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
If The Answer is Within....Why Is It So Hard to Find It?
Like, we are supposed to know ourselves first and foremost, right? We should be able to do it from inside...we are strong, practiced in self healing, self assertiveness, and we are in the groove of self actualization....what could knock us off our equilibrium? What could upset the applecart? Career discovery should be just a matter of self-propelled determination...right? So, why is it so hard to figure out?
Trouble is we don't know ourselves that well, as well as we might hope we do...."the answer is within" sounds just great, but it better not be based on hackneyed, trite logic or cute isms that try to help the person look cool, land on his or her feet...just to feel good or to seem like the idea of self-determined destiny is our human right and natural path. More often than not, the person is not equipped for the emotional track, when options start to thin down, when we hit mid-life and life itself is not clear and not producing the "dream" we were educated by parents and some teachers would eventually be born....and if we feel failure is at our doorstep, and if we are even willing to admit exhaustion, still where do we turn? What can we do to "find it within"? How can we get inside our own skin and figure it out?....unless, maybe, we approach it as if we are writing our own love story...unique to us...
It is a love story...when you find your dream, you begin to really love life...
Do you love your life? Over all of it? If you hesitate, talk with someone you could trust and work on self esteem...if you feel OK, just tired, know its just not within you yet...meanwhile start looking for your own pieces that may be the best and the worst...someone may come from the side...the wings....be prepared....
You can be prepared from within....so be clear with yourself what you want...and know how hungry it feels, admit the hunger to yourself......just understand you cannot manufacture the event. But....it will come.
You can put yourself in the path of people and places where you may get signals....it is the only way...you can give yourself signals until you go round in circles...it takes the fresh new flashes from others to spark our own discovery....then we can see it truly comes from within....it feels like an old friend who just re-appeared....warm, friendly, perfect fit....that's your dream! It's like your best friend....did you manufacture your best friend? No, he or she came to you. Remember?....
Trouble is we don't know ourselves that well, as well as we might hope we do...."the answer is within" sounds just great, but it better not be based on hackneyed, trite logic or cute isms that try to help the person look cool, land on his or her feet...just to feel good or to seem like the idea of self-determined destiny is our human right and natural path. More often than not, the person is not equipped for the emotional track, when options start to thin down, when we hit mid-life and life itself is not clear and not producing the "dream" we were educated by parents and some teachers would eventually be born....and if we feel failure is at our doorstep, and if we are even willing to admit exhaustion, still where do we turn? What can we do to "find it within"? How can we get inside our own skin and figure it out?....unless, maybe, we approach it as if we are writing our own love story...unique to us...
It is a love story...when you find your dream, you begin to really love life...
Do you love your life? Over all of it? If you hesitate, talk with someone you could trust and work on self esteem...if you feel OK, just tired, know its just not within you yet...meanwhile start looking for your own pieces that may be the best and the worst...someone may come from the side...the wings....be prepared....
You can be prepared from within....so be clear with yourself what you want...and know how hungry it feels, admit the hunger to yourself......just understand you cannot manufacture the event. But....it will come.
You can put yourself in the path of people and places where you may get signals....it is the only way...you can give yourself signals until you go round in circles...it takes the fresh new flashes from others to spark our own discovery....then we can see it truly comes from within....it feels like an old friend who just re-appeared....warm, friendly, perfect fit....that's your dream! It's like your best friend....did you manufacture your best friend? No, he or she came to you. Remember?....
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Settlement with Destiny....or Search for It?
Do you have the feeling you need a settlement with destiny? Like you would expect to have a settlement with a pension fund? Like your destiny and the script for it has been written...you just need to passively agree and signon the dotted line...seems to give comfort, doesn't it?
The alternative...damn!...Search and continue to search for one...the one for your life that matters....
It's not too late, given the research that most find their Blueflash idea at mid life, it isn't so bad when you are just a bit over mid life....there is still time to gather it all in...
Time to look for who has just been a surprise visitor...what they brought you...were you in a peaceful place with someone you care about....did you have time to discuss and ruminate about it? This is the magic stuff.
Then, if the magic hits, and it may or may not on the first honest attempt, you will know...you know when your next days are fresh and seem new...the coffee tastes better, the sky seems bluer....
Search is better than settlement....so let your soul be the judge....
The alternative...damn!...Search and continue to search for one...the one for your life that matters....
It's not too late, given the research that most find their Blueflash idea at mid life, it isn't so bad when you are just a bit over mid life....there is still time to gather it all in...
Time to look for who has just been a surprise visitor...what they brought you...were you in a peaceful place with someone you care about....did you have time to discuss and ruminate about it? This is the magic stuff.
Then, if the magic hits, and it may or may not on the first honest attempt, you will know...you know when your next days are fresh and seem new...the coffee tastes better, the sky seems bluer....
Search is better than settlement....so let your soul be the judge....
About to Meet You...
Just saw an amazing music video...Michael Buble's "Haven't Met You Yet"....
What an amazing belief in the future..."someday, I know it will all turn out... wherever you are...whenever its right...you'll come out of nowhere into my life..."
...just the huge belief that there is someone out there...you are destined to meet...
Proof! ...that some of us know we are not alone!
What an amazing belief in the future..."someday, I know it will all turn out... wherever you are...whenever its right...you'll come out of nowhere into my life..."
...just the huge belief that there is someone out there...you are destined to meet...
Proof! ...that some of us know we are not alone!
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
The Ultimate Acceptance
There is a new popular book out there on the market with ultimate letters of rejection.... letters that say "No!" Letters that say "Thanks, but no thanks...", letters after letters, and personal notes between friends and lovers that say "adieu", "another time"..."have a nice day", and even "have a nice life"....
That is popular, because we all need to feel the pain, in order to feel the love. Maybe it is about people needing to appreciate that they have not yet received their letter of ultimate rejection....it is easy to laugh, even wince, at others' pain...and ever hope that we are still short of that final step that someone else we love and need might take...
"Dear John"...."Dear Jane"....letters.....everybody knows and most have got one light to heavy at one time or the other. If it was not from a friend or love, it might have been from a parent, or even the parent of a love....
OK, now with that finally out of my and your system....let's consider the alternative...
"Dear_____, I know what I have put you through....I know it is hard to say...even for me to break the silence, but I want to be your friend again...."
"Dear_____, you are again in my Facebook Friend list...I acknowledge you....you have a chance...."
"Dear_____, I am pleased to inform you that you have gained acceptance at ___________...."
"OK, I am here, let's go again...."
"Break my face, kiss my butt, I still see your face and am OK....but don't yet call me...."
"Help me to reach out to you"...unspoken....
In our hearts, many of us live for these words, one way or another......ultimate acceptance...
Why do we keep each other at bay? Don't we know we are only renting space temporarily on the planet?
....ultimate acceptance.....many of us need that....many need unconditional love....many of us give that....we live, walk, talk, pray, teach, write, act, drive that script.....yet we still all need ultimate acceptance....
Because it is the absolute stark opposite of absolute rejection, that it may have the genesis of life and love....
Ultimate rejection is dark...faces no light, no hope, even from within....
....ultimate acceptance is light....morning....hope...heartbeat again....life....
That is popular, because we all need to feel the pain, in order to feel the love. Maybe it is about people needing to appreciate that they have not yet received their letter of ultimate rejection....it is easy to laugh, even wince, at others' pain...and ever hope that we are still short of that final step that someone else we love and need might take...
"Dear John"...."Dear Jane"....letters.....everybody knows and most have got one light to heavy at one time or the other. If it was not from a friend or love, it might have been from a parent, or even the parent of a love....
OK, now with that finally out of my and your system....let's consider the alternative...
"Dear_____, I know what I have put you through....I know it is hard to say...even for me to break the silence, but I want to be your friend again...."
"Dear_____, you are again in my Facebook Friend list...I acknowledge you....you have a chance...."
"Dear_____, I am pleased to inform you that you have gained acceptance at ___________...."
"OK, I am here, let's go again...."
"Break my face, kiss my butt, I still see your face and am OK....but don't yet call me...."
"Help me to reach out to you"...unspoken....
In our hearts, many of us live for these words, one way or another......ultimate acceptance...
Why do we keep each other at bay? Don't we know we are only renting space temporarily on the planet?
....ultimate acceptance.....many of us need that....many need unconditional love....many of us give that....we live, walk, talk, pray, teach, write, act, drive that script.....yet we still all need ultimate acceptance....
Because it is the absolute stark opposite of absolute rejection, that it may have the genesis of life and love....
Ultimate rejection is dark...faces no light, no hope, even from within....
....ultimate acceptance is light....morning....hope...heartbeat again....life....
Saturday, July 17, 2010
My Visual Art....A Picture Worth 1000 Words
Some things in life can be so beautifully described in words or poetry....some better in a photograph of exquisite artistic expression, or a painting that takes a week of hibernation and seclusion like a Panda Bear in a forest in order to make a masterpiece...some things in life cannot be described ever in anything but the memory that lives on between two people who shared the moment.....no picture could bring it back better than the heart of each...
I plan to go out there with some visual art, shooting in photography and on video what I write about, and will exhibit the collection in the months ahead. Maybe I will mix my poetry in.....I want to bring each flash right into your life...so you can see one that is already in there....and so you will be sure to see the next one...
You have a Grid of Life....Four Great Flashes of Life....they give you the pursuit of happiness...they do not guarantee it, nor are they the pursuit itself....this is the way, the path, the teaching plan to prepare you to jump when you see it, to feel like you just saw an old friend...
My writing is meant to inspire with the possibility, to give new energy.. tools for the search...my stories and others' whose lives were stretched to deal with the flashes, and to enjoy the wonder of it all...these are, after all, extraordinary, special gifts...some we do not , can not know their origin..
...when you see it, you may show it by laughter...your laughter across the airplane, in the bus, hotel lobby, in your living room, even in a quiet place....laugh out loud....it feels good when you connect your life with a truth of the universe....sometimes, it is a long, sustained chuckle, sometimes a cry...these moments let us know we have just come across one of our life moments from which we could never go back...but, we can move on with renewed hope...
...When these gifts happen....your next days may seem to feel like blue sky in the morning....that is natural...often that continues for a long,long, long time...
The fun project of great surprise is to host a talk show. Jorge Reinoza, my colleague at the university, and I had some fun preparing a video audition and his great painting "The Factory of Dreams", shown above, was featured as our visual. This will live on as living art way beyond anything of current business. That is our challenge...to put some contribution here on the planet...this is an amazing example...we seized the moment...
This is all new.... as I travelled as an international educator this past year. It started innocently....I acted on my intuition...it now is exciting to be with friends who share this passion and we are building an Arts Initiative with new direction and form...
...I am reminded when I try to examine my own passion and its source, I come back to ... we are not alone...there are no lost people...they are out there, somewhere, we wish to touch their lives and be "together again"...so very much of our lives and our programs and projects are driven by this desire to be with the ones we miss and cherish and value....
...we will have that chance... by the grace of light, favorable breezes, and the grace of angels, and agents of insight......we may be alone in our artistic creation....but because the ones we have loved and lost, and the ones we love today are out there, we are not ever truly alone....
...almost time to put on a pot of coffee and get ready for a new day....another blue sky morning....
I plan to go out there with some visual art, shooting in photography and on video what I write about, and will exhibit the collection in the months ahead. Maybe I will mix my poetry in.....I want to bring each flash right into your life...so you can see one that is already in there....and so you will be sure to see the next one...
You have a Grid of Life....Four Great Flashes of Life....they give you the pursuit of happiness...they do not guarantee it, nor are they the pursuit itself....this is the way, the path, the teaching plan to prepare you to jump when you see it, to feel like you just saw an old friend...
My writing is meant to inspire with the possibility, to give new energy.. tools for the search...my stories and others' whose lives were stretched to deal with the flashes, and to enjoy the wonder of it all...these are, after all, extraordinary, special gifts...some we do not , can not know their origin..
...when you see it, you may show it by laughter...your laughter across the airplane, in the bus, hotel lobby, in your living room, even in a quiet place....laugh out loud....it feels good when you connect your life with a truth of the universe....sometimes, it is a long, sustained chuckle, sometimes a cry...these moments let us know we have just come across one of our life moments from which we could never go back...but, we can move on with renewed hope...
...When these gifts happen....your next days may seem to feel like blue sky in the morning....that is natural...often that continues for a long,long, long time...
The fun project of great surprise is to host a talk show. Jorge Reinoza, my colleague at the university, and I had some fun preparing a video audition and his great painting "The Factory of Dreams", shown above, was featured as our visual. This will live on as living art way beyond anything of current business. That is our challenge...to put some contribution here on the planet...this is an amazing example...we seized the moment...
This is all new.... as I travelled as an international educator this past year. It started innocently....I acted on my intuition...it now is exciting to be with friends who share this passion and we are building an Arts Initiative with new direction and form...
...I am reminded when I try to examine my own passion and its source, I come back to ... we are not alone...there are no lost people...they are out there, somewhere, we wish to touch their lives and be "together again"...so very much of our lives and our programs and projects are driven by this desire to be with the ones we miss and cherish and value....
...we will have that chance... by the grace of light, favorable breezes, and the grace of angels, and agents of insight......we may be alone in our artistic creation....but because the ones we have loved and lost, and the ones we love today are out there, we are not ever truly alone....
...almost time to put on a pot of coffee and get ready for a new day....another blue sky morning....
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Reunions...The Elevator Doors Opened...
A sweet and also painful spot in my life, and in my heart, is reunions...
I have tried so hard to find a former business partner, from New York...Alan...he inspired me, tried me, we saved each other and did so very well together...I fear he is lost...
I have lost a few deeply loved ones...I hope for reunions someday, someplace, somewhere...
I worked at a major East Coast bank after college...there was this guy from Korea, about my age in early 20's at the time...his bride could not get to the US for 5 more years...he was here on a work visa...he was 25, I think...it was long ago...I know I was 23.
Kim, I think was his name, told me as his friend how he just got married...then got his US visa...he waited five years, before his own visa...he just married a beautiful bride in Korea...she now had to wait 5 or more years...I could see her in his face...he showed me this incredible picture of her in his wallet....beautiful, long red dress, he looked at her picture, I knew, with such love and such pain...it hit me.
I was so young, bold and brave....took a piece of serious corporate stationary, wrote a letter to Senator Hugh Scott, then, in 1970, a major US Senator. I had no permission. I asked for help to get the bride here sooner.
It came. Washington called. The bride was on the way. Who was I? A nobody with corporate stationery in my hand...it was my job....she was on the way...nobody from the company knew, or cared, except him and me...
The elevator doors opened. Kim brought her to the office one day...they cried. People clapped. I was too young to understand what this was. Now I want to find him....somewhere...out there...just to see if everything is OK...and to tell him, that that moment changed my life. I left banking and became an educator. An international educator.
A reunion that stands a very slim chance...
Why do these reunions mean so much?
Because they cut to the core of who we are....what our life is here and how we touch each other's lives....that's all...simple concept...a show for all time....reunions...
I believe we will all possibly meet again one day again...on the Ship of Friends....it sails...the high seas of life...meanwhile, I will try to find Kim and my old friend and partner Alan, and some of the others I miss and cherish....
....lost people...? No...they're out there....
The sun rises in the East... again...Good Morning!
I have tried so hard to find a former business partner, from New York...Alan...he inspired me, tried me, we saved each other and did so very well together...I fear he is lost...
I have lost a few deeply loved ones...I hope for reunions someday, someplace, somewhere...
I worked at a major East Coast bank after college...there was this guy from Korea, about my age in early 20's at the time...his bride could not get to the US for 5 more years...he was here on a work visa...he was 25, I think...it was long ago...I know I was 23.
Kim, I think was his name, told me as his friend how he just got married...then got his US visa...he waited five years, before his own visa...he just married a beautiful bride in Korea...she now had to wait 5 or more years...I could see her in his face...he showed me this incredible picture of her in his wallet....beautiful, long red dress, he looked at her picture, I knew, with such love and such pain...it hit me.
I was so young, bold and brave....took a piece of serious corporate stationary, wrote a letter to Senator Hugh Scott, then, in 1970, a major US Senator. I had no permission. I asked for help to get the bride here sooner.
It came. Washington called. The bride was on the way. Who was I? A nobody with corporate stationery in my hand...it was my job....she was on the way...nobody from the company knew, or cared, except him and me...
The elevator doors opened. Kim brought her to the office one day...they cried. People clapped. I was too young to understand what this was. Now I want to find him....somewhere...out there...just to see if everything is OK...and to tell him, that that moment changed my life. I left banking and became an educator. An international educator.
A reunion that stands a very slim chance...
Why do these reunions mean so much?
Because they cut to the core of who we are....what our life is here and how we touch each other's lives....that's all...simple concept...a show for all time....reunions...
I believe we will all possibly meet again one day again...on the Ship of Friends....it sails...the high seas of life...meanwhile, I will try to find Kim and my old friend and partner Alan, and some of the others I miss and cherish....
....lost people...? No...they're out there....
The sun rises in the East... again...Good Morning!
BlueFlash Dash....or Crash?
Well, it is so tough to find your life purpose, I know. It was so for me. Some remarkable people I know still, like me, struggle with the challenge of discovering their true clear vision life calling or destiny. In fact, remarkable, successful people still searching. Long, tough years, changing jobs, careers, geography. I was there. It is so tough and sometimes painful and empty feeling, that if you want to remain acceptable to your peers you may even disguise your true search and deny the fact that you really, really want to see your life themes come together in a singe focal point...after all, how easy is it for a 41 year old super educated, credentialed, achievement oriented person to even tell his or her best friend that there is this deep emptiness or vacuum inside, no center of gravity to career, no blue-sky on the horizon, no clear vision....it is damned hard. That is one of the big reasons we don't hear so very much about the pain before the flash, if it comes at all. Many have given up and think they are resigned at midlife to a settlement with destiny, not an ascent of the mountain, but a plateau.
Dash for it? How can you, if you don't see where it goes?
What happened to me is that I allowed myself to stop fighting and go with the flow. Then stuff started happening. To my sides. At 90 degree angles...the dash was over...the journey became a glidepath. I had radar contact. I was in sight of the airport...I saw it and it saw me...
There is no huge secret chemistry, alchemy or formula. Just start noticing signals. They are there. Always are and will be.
My credo became "we are not alone". We must put something back on the planet. If we want, we must give first. Dark turns to light. We decide that love exists and matters. We decide that "together again" is about everything that happens. It is why we fly, drive, live, love and die.
My writings here have said we are able to pursue happiness clearly when we know about four great flash, fast-moving moments in life...its about seeing the sun on the water, never giving up on love, recognizing surprise, and allowing destiny to happen...
This is all about that we cannot do it alone. We actually get signals....and we can see them. They almost always come from the side.
At 30,000 feet up in airplanes as we jet over the land and oceans, or as we run and walk and stand on the soil, it is all ours to see this. It is worth everything to try. It is worth our life.
Dash for it? How can you, if you don't see where it goes?
What happened to me is that I allowed myself to stop fighting and go with the flow. Then stuff started happening. To my sides. At 90 degree angles...the dash was over...the journey became a glidepath. I had radar contact. I was in sight of the airport...I saw it and it saw me...
There is no huge secret chemistry, alchemy or formula. Just start noticing signals. They are there. Always are and will be.
My credo became "we are not alone". We must put something back on the planet. If we want, we must give first. Dark turns to light. We decide that love exists and matters. We decide that "together again" is about everything that happens. It is why we fly, drive, live, love and die.
My writings here have said we are able to pursue happiness clearly when we know about four great flash, fast-moving moments in life...its about seeing the sun on the water, never giving up on love, recognizing surprise, and allowing destiny to happen...
This is all about that we cannot do it alone. We actually get signals....and we can see them. They almost always come from the side.
At 30,000 feet up in airplanes as we jet over the land and oceans, or as we run and walk and stand on the soil, it is all ours to see this. It is worth everything to try. It is worth our life.
Monday, July 5, 2010
America's Birthday
It's hot in Philadelphia, and Washington, and New York today....
...the nightwatchman at the Lincoln Monument, and the Liberty Bell, and at Lady Liberty...
...are seeing double....they are so hot, right now with a summer high heat wave....maybe just like in 1776...
The places are the same, just look all different...less than 300 years of a country...
....just enough time for America to become a destination....and for California to be the west coast frontier destination within America...hundreds of thousands of university students from hundreds of countries and places come here to find something....something of themselves...it was always in them....right...it had its traces back all the way to their younger days....a seed planted by someone, somewhere, somehow, to come to America and to make the special place California....
Or maybe the signal came from outside the student. Some calling sound. Like a beacon that just brings you closer in...
If it came from within, it means then that California for the millions, has some special symbol that fits with a universal yearning spirit within the free spirit of people everywhere. It has deep soul roots, if it came from within...that makes this place powerful.
If the signal comes from other sources, then millions hear it, and respond. There is some kind of powerful California music out there.
It may be far simpler than philosophy. It may be the blue-green crashing surf, the spirit of the people here, it may be the cars and freeways, like nowhere else.
Souls seek their place....and this place plays the music that millions hear and sing to...
........Happy Birthday, America, from sea to shining sea....
..........Keep playing your music, California.....from your heart and soul straight to me...
...the nightwatchman at the Lincoln Monument, and the Liberty Bell, and at Lady Liberty...
...are seeing double....they are so hot, right now with a summer high heat wave....maybe just like in 1776...
The places are the same, just look all different...less than 300 years of a country...
....just enough time for America to become a destination....and for California to be the west coast frontier destination within America...hundreds of thousands of university students from hundreds of countries and places come here to find something....something of themselves...it was always in them....right...it had its traces back all the way to their younger days....a seed planted by someone, somewhere, somehow, to come to America and to make the special place California....
Or maybe the signal came from outside the student. Some calling sound. Like a beacon that just brings you closer in...
If it came from within, it means then that California for the millions, has some special symbol that fits with a universal yearning spirit within the free spirit of people everywhere. It has deep soul roots, if it came from within...that makes this place powerful.
If the signal comes from other sources, then millions hear it, and respond. There is some kind of powerful California music out there.
It may be far simpler than philosophy. It may be the blue-green crashing surf, the spirit of the people here, it may be the cars and freeways, like nowhere else.
Souls seek their place....and this place plays the music that millions hear and sing to...
........Happy Birthday, America, from sea to shining sea....
..........Keep playing your music, California.....from your heart and soul straight to me...
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