Once upon a time there was a shepherd named Lior,
who lived happily in the mountains
with his wife and young son.
Their life was simple and hard.
Yet they had each other,
and their sheep,
and the mountains and valleys were so beautiful —
beautiful beyond words.
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A tale of mercy, betrayal, and the mysterious ways grace unfolds.
A young woman’s kindness is repaid with treachery… yet what she loses becomes a blessing in unseen hands.
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This video is an experiment in piano four-hands. Normally, for piano four-hands, two players sit at one piano, with one playing the high part and the other the low.
Instead, here I video myself playing each part — one at a time — and then combine them.
A GrailHeart story.
The village blacksmith was
a man of steady heat and hand.
With a few quirks no one quite understood.
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Music, like the cosmos, has its hidden symmetries.
Turn it over, and it tells you the same truth – yet not the same.
Right becomes left, above becomes below,
but the song still breathes.
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(Poem & Music)
There is a kind of longing that does not chase.
It does not run or reach.
It simply stretches — quietly, openly
— toward the possibility of something unseen.
Like branches.
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I stepped into the old stone chapel,
its door half-swallowed by ivy,
its windows dusted in the hush of years.
A single beam of afternoon
cut through the dusk like a blessing.
Dust floated like memory,
and the stones exhaled
a silence older than prayer.
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From her earliest days, Nia could hear them:
the murmurs of other lives she might have lived.
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The 19th century was drunk on certainty.
Steam power, steel, calculus, colonialism – humanity, it was said, could conquer anything. Science would solve all mysteries. Mathematics would explain the universe. There was nothing, it seemed, we couldn’t measure, map, and master.
But the 20th century put an end to that illusion.
There was once a tailor who lived on the edge of a city that was always on fire.
Not literal — but as if people were running from flames day and night: in the racing footsteps, the wild, panicked eyes over market stalls, the fevered cacophony of deals struck in haste.
The people lived fast, spent fast, aged fast.
And whoever slowed down was swept away like ashes. (more…)