Guided by my heritage of a love of beauty
and respect for strength – in search of my
mother's garden, I found my own.
~ Alice Walker
I experienced in myself a curious phenomenon: I was listening with the heart. And if I just listened, through the heart, just listened, and no thinking was involved in it, then the heart sang with the violins, it was the trumpet call, it was the woodwinds, and I was the music.