Some seasons seem longer than others — but one can seem eternal.
In the waning days of winter, time seems to stretch, while the spirit yearns for release.
In his epic poem "The Waste Land," T.S. ELIOT wrote:
April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
After endless storms and tempests, every extra day delays the arrival of sun and freedom, and adds more weight to the soul. It's the season of depression, impatience, rebellion; fueled by memory and desire, made more urgent...by signs of change.
On this transmission of Hearts of Space, music to carry us through the down days of winter, on a program called ENDLESS. Music is by STEPHAN MICUS, HOMELESS BALLOON, MICHAEL ATHERTON & JAMES ASHLEY FRANKLIN, NANAE YOSHIMURA, and THE PAUL WINTER CONSORT.