New Takes on Ancient Rhythms

Shhh!

Can you hear it? Underneath the background noise of 
our daily existence there is a pulse, a rhythm providing 
a heartbeat to our lives. Each of us knows our own rhythm, 
yet we all feel the metronome of Mother Nature.

Lover. The perfect sex of two lovers in tune, playing each 
other’s bodies like expensive, perfectly tuned musical 
instruments.

Athlete. The perfect cadence of a highly tuned body pushing 
one foot in front of the other at maximum physical efficiency.

Musician. John Coltrane burning the keys and the mouthpiece
on his sax with furious, powerful notes from a zone inside 
his head the likes of which none of us will see again.

Artist. Brush flying over the canvas in a symphony of revelation, 
fingers shaping the clay, image burning the film. Self lost in 
the effort.

Mechanic. Conjuring additional miles out of a lost cause of an 
engine.

We lose ourselves time and time again in the commission of 
our daily lives. Be it perfect sex, exersion, music, creativity, or 
just plain occupation, when we find that perfect rhythm it makes 
all else insignificant. July 2002 is about regaining that rhythm 
that we lost on that heart stopping moment called 9-11-01.


From the desk of Astimari