"If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. If it were merely challenging, that would be no problem. But I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve (or save) the world and a desire to enjoy (or savor) the world. This makes it hard to plan the day."
___E.B. White
It's the 5th of July... last night I watched a spectacular light show from the heart of the city. High above the streets of Seattle, perched on a balcony, I felt the explosions from the fireworks punch me in the chest, a jolt of adrenalin, then brilliant pyrotechnics, flowering colors, cascading lights dripping down through clouds of gunsmoke. It feels so fine to be in love...
Hello to one and all! I feel clear and clean and so loved and so ready to trot out this new work. My apologies for not writing sooner, but touring out there by myself takes all my concentrated efforts. So, today, I locked myself into focus; grabbed pen and paper, and pointed all my intentions your collective way.
It is Spring here, and as the Green increases, I find I am laying down the burden I've carried for so, so long. I feel lighter all the way through. Writing this journal-of-sorts, staying in touch with my Self, with all of you, has been a way of relieving the pain, unlocking chambered fear in my heart, chambers which, if not completely open, at least have the doorways cracked. I have emerged from the Cave, and I am standing upright, and moving forward.
Almost my 54th birthday. Up towards the rainy gray sky, the tulips are poking their pointy green heads out of their oaken barrels in front of my house. I too, am beginning to inch toward the LIGHT toward the GREEN of LIFE.
Dearest Friends, I realize it's been a while since I've shown myself, in concert as well as here on the Web site. I want to thank those of you who have faithfully continued to check the site, and who have communicated with me by email as well as cards and letters.
Happy Holidays to one and all! As I write this from sunny Arizona, I think about all of you who have been so loving, so supportive throughout this year.. and, except for the death of my Dad, possibly the most difficult year in my memory. Only a few days remain until the breaking of the New Year, and the anniversary of the breaking of my heart.
Dear Friends: Home at last, the beginning of the grey days of the winter rains, the eventual dimming of the light, the wild birds flocking hungrily to the feeders, the cats close by, keeping me good company, the horses, muddy and beautiful, knowing no sorrow...So thankful for so much these days.
Thanksgiving passed as an ordinary day, really, for which I was so grateful! I did chores, chopped wood, built a fire in the fireplace, crawled under a blanket on the couch, and, with two cats keeping me in place, I watched two horse movies back-to-back, National Velvet with Elizabeth Taylor, then The Black Stallion.
I am recently back from my two-week stay in PTown, where I played every day at 5:15, the "Vesper Hour" there in the cabaret, surely the earliest show in Provincetown, where business overall is down by a third. My audiences were small but fervent, and I felt deeply received.