And, "quiet" doesn't necessarily mean silent. Not to me. I think of peaceful times as "quiet" times. A quietude of the mind, body and heart. These last few days, I've slowly been working my way through a wonderful 9 CD set of popular music from 1893 to 1946. It's not the "Pop: music you normally think of, and includes an enormous amount of early traditional folk, early country, blues, gospel and jazz, with many surprises. I'm savoring the CDs, listening to 5 or 6 tracks at a time. I think back to the days when my life was so stressfull and confusing, when I refuled myself with music, lying in the dark with records playing... a chance to step away from all of the yammering around me, and just lose myself in the music. Music was a healing force in my life, and it has never lost that ability..

Jerry