“Its tongue speaks through our feet, our ears, our heart, every miniscule stretch of our soul. Its voice is one of dreams, of hope. … Music is a language that is always present, if only in the blood of our veins and recesses of our memory. If we are quiet, we will hear it in the flowers in the grass, in the wind—even in the moon and the stars in the sky.”
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“Performance” photo courtesy of Maine photographer, Erin Little. Photo and text excerpted from Life Is Full of Sweet Spots – An Exploration of Joy by Mary O’Connor, Abbott Press, © 2013.