tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117422905117024421.post7442364445391426619..comments2014-03-02T10:41:38.690-08:00Comments on Peter Kater: Oct. 2nd, 2008 My Grandfather, My MusicPeter Katerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06653094653086377371noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117422905117024421.post-27601417099016196002009-02-19T11:54:00.000-08:002009-02-19T11:54:00.000-08:00Thank you Peter for sharing this piece about your ...Thank you Peter for sharing this piece about your grandfather. It moved me emotionally also in more ways than I can say. I think once we 'know' how much we are loved, the little voice inside is silenced. It took me a long time to realize this...and it came about from working on it layer by layer. It heals eventually if we can learn to let it go, surrender to whatever comes. I guess I was ready when it finally happened by getting into the moment of be-ing. So far it's been a miracle living life fully every day. Sometimes I think it's something just beyond my reach, but never will give it up now that it's been shown to me...through music, dance and nature. <BR/>Blessings and Light, JoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117422905117024421.post-36432325744319868062009-01-22T08:26:00.000-08:002009-01-22T08:26:00.000-08:00Dear Peter,I searched out your web site in order t...Dear Peter,<BR/><BR/>I searched out your web site in order to tell you how 'Migration' has been and still is such a blessing in my life. I was introduced to it during the process of dream work with a beautiful and gifted therapist in Boulder many years ago. The music touches me deeply after all this time. I wanted to say simply- THANK YOU. <BR/><BR/>But then as often happens while exploring web sites, I discovered your Blog and read the peice about your grandfather. I connected in so many ways, not the least of which is that my son for whom I have profuse love, (and tell him often) is spending a year in Munich Germany teaching Tai Yoga for Air Yoga studios. My grandfathers had both died before I was born. On my sacred space in my room at the moment rests a 'SARK' greeting card. In the center of a her familiar brightly colored flower are these words: "You are seen. You are known. You are loved." I bought it for myself one day when feeling none of those things from the people I was with, yet knowing all of them were true. <BR/><BR/>How good it is that you have taken time to reflect about your grandfather and to have arrived at the knowledge that he did indeed love you. <BR/><BR/>And how good it is that you dreamed the impossible dream, remained free, and followed the lead of your heart and soul. You bless us with your creative gifts. <BR/><BR/>I hope to experience a live performacne of your music again this year in Colorado. It has been too long.<BR/><BR/>With deep appreciation,<BR/>Vicki ClarkAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117422905117024421.post-90001909509946739502008-12-03T05:21:00.000-08:002008-12-03T05:21:00.000-08:00Beautiful, Peter. Made me cry. Thank you for sha...Beautiful, Peter. Made me cry. Thank you for sharing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com