To the Dream Weavers

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Photograph taken in Wadi Rum desert, Jordan.
To the dream weavers:
Don't be afraid
Take that lonely road
Keep on moving
No back-up plan
But the one that's close
To your beating heart.

With your soul set free
Run with Me
Sing with Me
Wander past the edge
Eyes filled with wonder
Hold My hand
I'll keep ya steady, child. 


This generation is crying out 
For sons and daughters of God
Who will write songs to fill up
Mud huts and village schools
Crowded prisons and inner-city hoods
Refugee camps and detention centers 
Not the concert halls
Or big stadiums
Not for fame or money or popularity
But for Love, for Hope, for God
For Kingdom, for Country
For orphans and widows
For beggars and thieves
For the wealthy poor
And the materially poor
For those sitting in the
Gutters of poverty. 

Yea, this generation cries out. 
Will you heed the Call?

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Welcome to my wayfaring world of stories. I’m a traveling musician and music educator from Melbourne living in Kabul, Afghanistan. Join me on my quest to embrace people of peace in tough places, inspire creative education where none exists, spark conversations that challenge the status quo, and collaborate with like-minded young people to catalyze a movement of peacemaking through acts of compassion and creativity among the young and free. As a nomad at heart, my ‘home’ is wherever I journey with people on the ground and discover life on the frontiers.