By Craig Grau Sometimes the best minutes spent are outside, sitting and feeling the blood under your skin push back against the sunlight. The music comes so easily during these times, when you’re clear and just . . . aware. That all …

By Craig Grau A car pulls into the driveway of a house where the windows dance with animated silhouettes of a rowdy gathering. Inside the cabin, the passenger nervously runs her finger along the saran-wrap tarp that covers a large sweet potato …

by Craig Grau There lies a reservoir of strength deep within the soul – one that allows us to hammer this infinitely malleable world into any shape we desire and to stand back, admire the results and use that experience to sustain …

by Craig Grau So when do you say when – or is the wind even blowing hard enough? Does it even make sense to hop on the wagon when you live half the year out of an Econoline? Doesn’t sauce supposedly lubricate …

by Craig Grau Music frees our souls and enslaves them in the most polite manner, simultaneously — a double helix from the heart to the hands to the ears that binds bloodlines across borders. It’s no wonder those of us called to …