Welcome to number six, oh yeah!

Now’s the time for a little explanation on the whole troubadour story, from my highly subjective point of view. Dear reader, I am most highly excited to share with you my inspiration for being a ‘modern’ troubadour and what this whole podcast thang is all about for me!

I get into a bit of the history of troubadours, my own initial attraction to music, share some of my songs and just basically invite you a little more into my world, lovely listener.

Oh yes, and it gets pretty frickin’ deep, you have been warned…

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Poems & Quotes:

Rumi – The Question:

One dervish to another, What was your vision of God’s presence?

-I haven’t seen anything.

But for the sake of conversation, I’ll tell you a story.

God’s presence is there in front of me, a fire on the left, a lovely

stream on the right.

One group walks toward the fire, into the fire, another toward the

sweet flowing water.

No one knows which are blessed and which not.

Whoever walks into the fire appears suddenly in the stream.

A head goes under on the water surface, that head pokes out of the


Most people guard against going into the fire, and so end up in it.

Those who love the water of pleasure and make it their devotion are

cheated with this reversal.

The trickery goes further.

The voice of the fire tells the truth saying, I am not fire. I am

fountainhead. Come into me and don’t mind the sparks.

If you are a friend of God, fire is your water.

You should wish to have a hundred thousand sets of mothwings, so you

could burn them away, one set a night.

The moth sees light and goes into the fire. You should see fire and

go toward the light. Fire is what of God- is world-consuming. Water,


Somehow each gives the appearance of the other. To these eyes you

have now, what looks like water, burns. What looks like fire is

agreat relief to be inside.

~RumiThe Question (translated by Coleman Barks)

Rainer Maria Rilke – Letters To A Young Poet

That is at bottom the only courage that is demanded of us: to have courage for the most strange, the most singular and the most inexplicable that we may encounter. That mankind has in this sense been cowardly has done life endless harm; the experiences that are called “visions,” the whole so-called “spirit-world,” death, all those things that are so closely akin to us, have by daily parrying been so crowded out of life that the senses with which we could have grasped them are atrophied. To say nothing of God.


Alrighty, lovely you, thanks for listening and reading, please do leave your comments below, subscribe and review on itunes, that shit matters!!!!

Love you

Nate, the Naked ?

PS: bonus blog post about the time I nearly gave up: https://natemaingard.com/signing-grandmothers-jeans-changed-life/

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