is what John Lennon sang, and surely he’s not the only one.

What do you dream of? How do you make music? What art finds a voice in your body?  What do you muse over? What invites you to wander, and what invites you to be still?  How do you let go of what the world wants you be?  How to you claim who you are instead?

How do you move with the mountains?  What makes you return to the forest, or the lake, or the plains, or the sea, time and time again?  How do you listen to the moon and what ...