I notice.
I feel.
I am.
I'm an artist. Things happen to me, for me, because of me, instead of me, around me.
I respond. 
I wrote this song 20 years ago, for a little student of mine, who was quickly passing thru my rapid life.
It was my first music teacher gig, at a Montessori type of pre-school in downtown Brooklyn. I will always remember
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I go into detail in my book, but let me confess in this moment, I didn't like her.
She whined & often had a runny nose, clammy fingers. I think she was 4 turning 5. I was fresh at teaching. Naive. Inexperienced. Clueless. Young. She was needy to me. Always wanted to sit on my lap while I played guitar. She liked music.
I noticed.
Her other teachers explained thru their actions how you teach. They we deliberate, careful. I watched, but I had no idea. I was one of the people she encountered in on this planet. Think about all the people we meet & why....where. Her death, murder, misuse - this absolute crime against humanity - painfully, still, teaches me the value of my gifts and why I sing to children. My intention is clear. Los Ninos is my plead for forgiveness for not singing enough.
One of the many reasons. One of the few hugely simple reasons. I create. I'm following my gifts; it makes a difference. Share your gifts too, with abandon.