Greg Pacini
@gregpacini.bsky.social
Retiring psychotherapist of 44 yrs, singer/songwriter; author of 2 books w/endorsements from NYT Bestsellers Anita Moorjani & Larry Dossey, MD; producer of 3 aired albums, reintroducing 33+ yr old songs in hopes of helping hearts. NDE @ birth.
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We come screaming, we are bleeding
We leave lovely, to value The Light
We know human, pain, confusion
We know darkness, to value The Light
Then we look out, to the White Light
We can see it, we can know it
For it’s wholeness, pure compassion
We become it, valued deeper
We come screaming, we are bleeding
We leave lovely, to value The Light
We know human, pain, confusion
We know darkness, to value The Light
Then we look out, to the White Light
We can see it, we can know it
For it’s wholeness, pure compassion
We become it, valued deeper
To Value The Light
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February 1, 2026 at 5:53 PM
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We come screaming, we are bleeding
We leave lovely, to value The Light
We know human, pain, confusion
We know darkness, to value The Light
Then we look out, to the White Light
We can see it, we can know it
For it’s wholeness, pure compassion
We become it, valued deeper
We come screaming, we are bleeding
We leave lovely, to value The Light
We know human, pain, confusion
We know darkness, to value The Light
Then we look out, to the White Light
We can see it, we can know it
For it’s wholeness, pure compassion
We become it, valued deeper
But within each
A common way to peace,
Embrace self ally, enemy
Until you are what you are,
You’ll never be what you want to be
(“Until You Are”: wrote this in 1979. On iTunes, etc.)
A common way to peace,
Embrace self ally, enemy
Until you are what you are,
You’ll never be what you want to be
(“Until You Are”: wrote this in 1979. On iTunes, etc.)
January 15, 2026 at 10:58 PM
But within each
A common way to peace,
Embrace self ally, enemy
Until you are what you are,
You’ll never be what you want to be
(“Until You Are”: wrote this in 1979. On iTunes, etc.)
A common way to peace,
Embrace self ally, enemy
Until you are what you are,
You’ll never be what you want to be
(“Until You Are”: wrote this in 1979. On iTunes, etc.)
we fly. This idea came from something my niece said when she saw this vid: “Uncle Greg, he trusts you.” That’s such a wonderful observation.”
And the idea that trust helps us move forward seemed like a good notion to carry into the new year.
Happy New Year. 🪶
[Shot pre-wood siding I put on home.]
And the idea that trust helps us move forward seemed like a good notion to carry into the new year.
Happy New Year. 🪶
[Shot pre-wood siding I put on home.]
January 1, 2026 at 5:46 PM
we fly. This idea came from something my niece said when she saw this vid: “Uncle Greg, he trusts you.” That’s such a wonderful observation.”
And the idea that trust helps us move forward seemed like a good notion to carry into the new year.
Happy New Year. 🪶
[Shot pre-wood siding I put on home.]
And the idea that trust helps us move forward seemed like a good notion to carry into the new year.
Happy New Year. 🪶
[Shot pre-wood siding I put on home.]
Welcome. The sound you hear when I step outside is mostly the rushing waterfall, along with some rain hitting fallen leaves. The waterfall is ~200 ft. below the house, and visible from all but two rooms. The best view is from the bump out seen in the Great Room, at the long window.
December 1, 2025 at 11:49 PM
Welcome. The sound you hear when I step outside is mostly the rushing waterfall, along with some rain hitting fallen leaves. The waterfall is ~200 ft. below the house, and visible from all but two rooms. The best view is from the bump out seen in the Great Room, at the long window.
9/28/25
1st moto in a couple years.
Felt pretty good.
Splinter Creek, Fosterburg, IL
Photo by @ThomDawe
1st moto in a couple years.
Felt pretty good.
Splinter Creek, Fosterburg, IL
Photo by @ThomDawe
November 1, 2025 at 5:21 PM
9/28/25
1st moto in a couple years.
Felt pretty good.
Splinter Creek, Fosterburg, IL
Photo by @ThomDawe
1st moto in a couple years.
Felt pretty good.
Splinter Creek, Fosterburg, IL
Photo by @ThomDawe
The album version (sax, etc.) of this song has earned the most radio play.
Got to see a one-legged sand piper feeding at ocean’s edge, sun setting behind it. This song came from that wonderful moment.
It’s called “And I Stand Still.” Here’s the Spotify link:
spotify.link/6AVhpYjVuXb
Got to see a one-legged sand piper feeding at ocean’s edge, sun setting behind it. This song came from that wonderful moment.
It’s called “And I Stand Still.” Here’s the Spotify link:
spotify.link/6AVhpYjVuXb
October 16, 2025 at 1:15 AM
The album version (sax, etc.) of this song has earned the most radio play.
Got to see a one-legged sand piper feeding at ocean’s edge, sun setting behind it. This song came from that wonderful moment.
It’s called “And I Stand Still.” Here’s the Spotify link:
spotify.link/6AVhpYjVuXb
Got to see a one-legged sand piper feeding at ocean’s edge, sun setting behind it. This song came from that wonderful moment.
It’s called “And I Stand Still.” Here’s the Spotify link:
spotify.link/6AVhpYjVuXb
Rosalie Elliott, seen here reacting to my YouTube vid, is fellow music lover, musician, and psychotherapist, with a splash of spirituality. So we click. It’s touching and humbling to witness a skilled influencer react in such an insightful and positive way:
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October 1, 2025 at 2:05 PM
Rosalie Elliott, seen here reacting to my YouTube vid, is fellow music lover, musician, and psychotherapist, with a splash of spirituality. So we click. It’s touching and humbling to witness a skilled influencer react in such an insightful and positive way:
youtu.be/cMLMDl1cijI?...
youtu.be/cMLMDl1cijI?...
before leaving Pecos Benedictine Monastery. This song (and several I wrote at this same time) is about uncertainty. To help with understanding the uncertainty in my life then, here’s this:
In the months prior I had joined the Peace Corps, graduated from college, got bounced from the Peace Corps beca
In the months prior I had joined the Peace Corps, graduated from college, got bounced from the Peace Corps beca
September 15, 2025 at 3:14 PM
before leaving Pecos Benedictine Monastery. This song (and several I wrote at this same time) is about uncertainty. To help with understanding the uncertainty in my life then, here’s this:
In the months prior I had joined the Peace Corps, graduated from college, got bounced from the Peace Corps beca
In the months prior I had joined the Peace Corps, graduated from college, got bounced from the Peace Corps beca
…any way I can get it.
August 9, 2025 at 5:34 PM
…any way I can get it.
Go time: debris cleared, bridge sag corrected, ramps rebuilt, trail cut back.
July 25, 2025 at 11:24 PM
Go time: debris cleared, bridge sag corrected, ramps rebuilt, trail cut back.
This outta get me through winter. [BTW, that’s the edge of the waterfall “above” the bridge in the photo.]
July 20, 2025 at 11:38 PM
This outta get me through winter. [BTW, that’s the edge of the waterfall “above” the bridge in the photo.]
This is one of the few songs I can’t find my original notes on. Best guess, I wrote it in 1988.
“…We are waiting,
Waiting for the dawn.
The touch of the heart, of the spirit,
Becomes our guiding light,
And through this way in the darkness,
We find a different sort of sight”
“…We are waiting,
Waiting for the dawn.
The touch of the heart, of the spirit,
Becomes our guiding light,
And through this way in the darkness,
We find a different sort of sight”
July 15, 2025 at 5:38 PM
This is one of the few songs I can’t find my original notes on. Best guess, I wrote it in 1988.
“…We are waiting,
Waiting for the dawn.
The touch of the heart, of the spirit,
Becomes our guiding light,
And through this way in the darkness,
We find a different sort of sight”
“…We are waiting,
Waiting for the dawn.
The touch of the heart, of the spirit,
Becomes our guiding light,
And through this way in the darkness,
We find a different sort of sight”
For three years, this bridge I built has been well above the creek. Bought the land 35 yrs ago: figured I knew how high the water rose. Mother Nature loves surprises. Twice in the last 8 months the creek has flowed over the bridge. Here’s the first step in repair.
July 1, 2025 at 2:25 PM
For three years, this bridge I built has been well above the creek. Bought the land 35 yrs ago: figured I knew how high the water rose. Mother Nature loves surprises. Twice in the last 8 months the creek has flowed over the bridge. Here’s the first step in repair.
“…As long as enemies engage in war, animosity prevails,
But arms dropped, standing face to face,
We see ourselves in full detail
(Chorus)
Until you are, what you are,
You’ll never be what you want to be…”
(I wrote this in 1979.)
But arms dropped, standing face to face,
We see ourselves in full detail
(Chorus)
Until you are, what you are,
You’ll never be what you want to be…”
(I wrote this in 1979.)
June 14, 2025 at 9:26 PM
“…As long as enemies engage in war, animosity prevails,
But arms dropped, standing face to face,
We see ourselves in full detail
(Chorus)
Until you are, what you are,
You’ll never be what you want to be…”
(I wrote this in 1979.)
But arms dropped, standing face to face,
We see ourselves in full detail
(Chorus)
Until you are, what you are,
You’ll never be what you want to be…”
(I wrote this in 1979.)
May 31, 2025 at 3:31 PM
…When to hope,
when to let it die
When to sleep,
when to dry your eye
When to climb,
when to settle down
When to play,
when to dance around
When to see,
when to close your eyes
When to be in darkness,
when to soar, to fly?
I don’t know the answers to
these questions but I know,
That if I open up
when to let it die
When to sleep,
when to dry your eye
When to climb,
when to settle down
When to play,
when to dance around
When to see,
when to close your eyes
When to be in darkness,
when to soar, to fly?
I don’t know the answers to
these questions but I know,
That if I open up
May 15, 2025 at 5:02 PM
…When to hope,
when to let it die
When to sleep,
when to dry your eye
When to climb,
when to settle down
When to play,
when to dance around
When to see,
when to close your eyes
When to be in darkness,
when to soar, to fly?
I don’t know the answers to
these questions but I know,
That if I open up
when to let it die
When to sleep,
when to dry your eye
When to climb,
when to settle down
When to play,
when to dance around
When to see,
when to close your eyes
When to be in darkness,
when to soar, to fly?
I don’t know the answers to
these questions but I know,
That if I open up
Advance tickets: thefocalpoint.org
Kidnapped by buddies to an open-mic night, Greg performed publicly for the first time in 1978, singing his only tune, “Song for Sailors,” written just before leaving a Benedictine Monastery in 1977. The song was well received, but stayed underground with many othe
Kidnapped by buddies to an open-mic night, Greg performed publicly for the first time in 1978, singing his only tune, “Song for Sailors,” written just before leaving a Benedictine Monastery in 1977. The song was well received, but stayed underground with many othe
May 9, 2025 at 4:58 PM
Advance tickets: thefocalpoint.org
Kidnapped by buddies to an open-mic night, Greg performed publicly for the first time in 1978, singing his only tune, “Song for Sailors,” written just before leaving a Benedictine Monastery in 1977. The song was well received, but stayed underground with many othe
Kidnapped by buddies to an open-mic night, Greg performed publicly for the first time in 1978, singing his only tune, “Song for Sailors,” written just before leaving a Benedictine Monastery in 1977. The song was well received, but stayed underground with many othe
When recording this song for my first CD in 1996, I realized I enjoyed the chorus, but the verses, not so much. So I recorded just the chorus. Kinda like this vid.
BTW, the birds decided to join in again.😊
BTW, the birds decided to join in again.😊
April 15, 2025 at 7:02 PM
When recording this song for my first CD in 1996, I realized I enjoyed the chorus, but the verses, not so much. So I recorded just the chorus. Kinda like this vid.
BTW, the birds decided to join in again.😊
BTW, the birds decided to join in again.😊
No Foolin’! My first truly public concert.
Happy to share. Happy to have you there.
For more info, visit thefocalpoint.org .
To book me (IANDS groups, yoga studios, spiritual centers, etc.) visit www.gregpacinimusic.com .
Happy to share. Happy to have you there.
For more info, visit thefocalpoint.org .
To book me (IANDS groups, yoga studios, spiritual centers, etc.) visit www.gregpacinimusic.com .
April 1, 2025 at 5:05 PM
No Foolin’! My first truly public concert.
Happy to share. Happy to have you there.
For more info, visit thefocalpoint.org .
To book me (IANDS groups, yoga studios, spiritual centers, etc.) visit www.gregpacinimusic.com .
Happy to share. Happy to have you there.
For more info, visit thefocalpoint.org .
To book me (IANDS groups, yoga studios, spiritual centers, etc.) visit www.gregpacinimusic.com .
“This moment can not be
Unless we learn to set it free,
And in the healing of your waves,
We catch the seconds,
Release the days
Your waves roll in &
Your waves roll out,
Filling the footsteps
Of my passing doubt,
Your waves roll in &
Your waves roll out,
Surface smooth
To draw what I’m about”
Unless we learn to set it free,
And in the healing of your waves,
We catch the seconds,
Release the days
Your waves roll in &
Your waves roll out,
Filling the footsteps
Of my passing doubt,
Your waves roll in &
Your waves roll out,
Surface smooth
To draw what I’m about”
March 16, 2025 at 4:30 PM
“This moment can not be
Unless we learn to set it free,
And in the healing of your waves,
We catch the seconds,
Release the days
Your waves roll in &
Your waves roll out,
Filling the footsteps
Of my passing doubt,
Your waves roll in &
Your waves roll out,
Surface smooth
To draw what I’m about”
Unless we learn to set it free,
And in the healing of your waves,
We catch the seconds,
Release the days
Your waves roll in &
Your waves roll out,
Filling the footsteps
Of my passing doubt,
Your waves roll in &
Your waves roll out,
Surface smooth
To draw what I’m about”
“What the world needs now,
Is love, sweet love,
What the world needs now…”
Is love, sweet love,
What the world needs now…”
March 1, 2025 at 4:45 PM
“What the world needs now,
Is love, sweet love,
What the world needs now…”
Is love, sweet love,
What the world needs now…”