I will never forget the feeling of warm cookies in my hand, and their enormous lovely sugary promise.
Rarely has anything been able to distract me from eating them immediately.
But just once, on a cold starry clear night in the high desert someone came along more important, more present and more lovely than warmest of warm chocolately chipped cookies.
It’s not about how well you do anything, but the feeling that opens up from within your action, when all of your being is in the music that you make.