Without any doubt, music is a subjective experience. Some folks love country, some love jazz. Some people detest Metallica, and I think those people are insane. Other people listen to classical and allow it to bathe them in calming tones…. Continue Reading →
Our ancestors can either haunt us, or they can guide us. When it comes to my family, I can’t say I’m all that familiar with them. Or even, who they are. Specifically, I never knew my grandfather, Ernest Rocha. He… Continue Reading →
Rustling rivers have always calmed me. I lose track of the realities I face within the rushing water’s song. A few weeks ago, I brought my sax with me to the river’s edge to practice. I played along with the… Continue Reading →
I hate mysteries. Sometimes it feels like my whole life has been a giant search in which I find more question than answers. I’ve always wanted to know why my family left San Ildefonso Pueblo. I’ve always wanted to know… Continue Reading →
Among the most stupid ideas that float within substance abuse and housing circles is that unhoused populations are homogeneous. Guess what? They’re not. At all. As a matter of fact, terms like “wraparound services” and “affordable housing” are stupid as… Continue Reading →
Whether I’m leading a software development team or counseling someone, I hear myself telling people, “just sit with the feeling for a bit” and I mean it. Negative emotions such as sadness, anger, and even boredom can overwhelm people into… Continue Reading →
I can’t say that I understand my grandfather’s panacoustic system. At least, I don’t understand it, yet. From what I’ve gathered thus far, my grandfather, Ernest Rocha Sr., developed this musical system as his response to what her learned as… Continue Reading →
A few mornings ago, I walked outside to breathe in the fresh morning air when I first heard the familiar buzz. A hummingbird brushed above my head, but then silenced. I look up and saw that it had landed to… Continue Reading →
’m not one for New Year’s resolutions, but my goal for this year is to eliminate my own internalized oppressor. We all have an oppressor inside of us. It’s as much a part of our makeup as our hair and… Continue Reading →
In my day-to-day life, I have come to see and appreciate that I am an agent of change. Regardless of what hat I wear, I am usually creating or monitoring a plan through which change will occur. It’s not really… Continue Reading →
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