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Late September on a Sunday Morning

As of late, I have been drifting in and out of fogginess and realistically evaluating things in my life.  Musically, I have felt distanced, yet engaged.  There are new songs, there are beautiful memories seeping up into my words.  I’m missing dear ones who aren’t here.  I am very much appreciating those who are, those who know and support me with their words and spirits.  I have learned yet again what my own voice sounds like and with that I have found an eagerness to start.  Anything.  All things.  And do them well and with the passion of right now.  I played a humbling show this past Tuesday with a local singer/songwriter, Paul.  He truly added so much depth to my songs, I was caught unaware of just how nice it would be to have someone who can dance around my melodies and make them sound so soft and amazing.  That was a inspiring night.  Last night was inspiring also.  Two dear friends were married yesterday in a sweet, intimate and rainy afternoon.  It was lovely, truly lovely to see all the smiling faces and to be able to dance and dance.  Exchanges of love like that often create a feeling of both joy and solitude because when I see love, I see my grandparents and I often doubt I will ever be lucky enough to be with someone like my grandfather and be someone like my grandmother…  Future is the future though, for many good reasons it is shrouded in the unknown.  Best it stay that way, else I may either retreat to hermitude or climb the highest, shooting star mountain shouting for joy that I know it will come true.

September 17th show @ The Eddy

I wrote this this morning, after waking around 7:15, smiling because last night was so heart-warming.

September 22, 9:17am

The first breezes of fall just caught my wandering eyes

I breathe in the smell of garlic, fresh basil, oregano, thyme, sage, and rosemary on my fingers

I love reading Maya Angelou’s cookbook – her stories are so beautiful, raw, truthful, and I can feel them

Not just words on a page

I can taste them and swallow them and their scent envelopes and inspires me to make and create luscious, rich dishes to make men quake and women moan

Autumn is here and I am moaning myself

The world around me is blowing in the soft, swift gusts of wind

I feel freer than I have in a long time

The autumn veil lifted from my eyes

Clearness tinges my heartbeat