In the Bleak Midwinter
"In the bleak midwinter
Frosty wind made moan
Earth stood hard as iron
Water like a stone..."
---Christina Rossetti
"In the bleak midwinter
Frosty wind made moan
Earth stood hard as iron
Water like a stone..."
---Christina Rossetti
Hello in there... before I speak of other things crowding our hearts and minds, I want to share with you that my Mother and I had the most beautiful trip to Wyoming together. I'd been invited to play there and given a chance to help out a local organization doing such powerfully good work in my old home town, work which offers shelter and advocacy for victims of domestic abuse. Mother had voiced a desire to see Sheridan again, so we made it happen!
Well...we made it through the Fourth of July, that crazy day when people all over the place think it's fun to explode loud crackers o' fire as well as fire off the firearms after the potato salad and hot dogs and one too many beverages. I think it's supposed to commemorate war and its accompanying sounds, but I have never really liked it much.
Thanks to all of you who are ordering from my new on-line store! Huzzah! For those who are signed up on my email list, we'll let you know as we add new products. Also, be sure to keep checking my schedule as new dates are beginning to fill in.
HAPPY NEW YEAR to everyone. Let's hope that this year will bring hope to the darkest hearts, food for the Soul, help to those swept away in the tsunami, some kind of relief to those in grief...from the smallest among us to those whose hearts have hardened over by a carapace of greed and fear...let us breathe deeply, in and out, in and out, and listen to the beat of the Heart of the World.
Judy and I are just back from the Ms.Post-Election Cruise to the Caribbean. There were 150 men and women who gathered together for serious discussions and analysis of the election, and the future as well as the current situation of the magazine itself.
It's days after Nov. 2, and I...miss America. Maybe I just wish that West Wing were a reality show about our real President. Things did not go well for a lot of us who were like stunned animals, hit hard between the eyes with a hammer blow. I was in California, putting the finishing touches on my new cd, "Real Deal". Listening to the music helped a great deal and I am ever grateful to be able to spin this golden stuff out of straw. I reckon the real deal is what we wanted, and what we got was another story. What do we do with this story? What do we do about it now?
Howdy folks! Greetings from Seattle where I am between recording sessions on my new CD tentatively titled, Real Deal. Teresa Trull is my producer, and again, as always, I marvel at her expertise. Not only can she sing and ride any horse anywhere...
Huzzah!!! The web site is up and running!!! I realize it's taken a long, long time, but it's a big job, and I have been busy living my life. I am so grateful for those who have helped make this happen.. There still will be some kinks to work out, and your suggestions will be graciously received.