Old friends and family

Sometimes seeing old friends with extended family is a great mix. You appreciate everyone for exactly who they are;in fact they bring out the best in every body.
We just heard hip hop for the first time a group called Bavu Blake.
Seeing a live band do hip hop was a new exciting experience for me. I really thought the band and the vocalists worked and listened to each other so skillfully. Hopefully I will post a picture next week.

Winter Solstice

Here it is the longest night of the year. I am filled with a lethargy brought on by cold weather and snow shoveling. Good thing that there are candles to light and songs to sing. We have had snow two days in a row.

December

 
 
 
 

Regressing.
Returning to a comfort zone
Exactly what do you think your doing?
Great, when is this assignment due?
Rituals of a weekend.
The second daughter a mother must bury
Nightmares of lost earrings
and kangaroo data.
Long nights
Short Days
Doing push ups on the bathroom floor to stop thinking.
It must be December.

The Sunday of the Sore Throat

On the first Sunday in December I awoke with a sore throat. So I drank tea and had a very quiet Sunday. I listened to a radio program about Miriam Makeba. I was struck by a sense of her voice that reminded me of Nancy LaMott. I also thought about all the people who were important to me, who have died. This sense of loss is one of those ongoing issues that one faces as one ages. Friends, family members, favorite musicians all these people who I took for granted. Now I miss their presence in my life.
I was encouraged by hearing David Garland interview Meredith Monk, who wrote a whole album called "impermanence".

The Pleasure of a Holiday

There is so much I have to be thankful for, and so much I take for granted. I treasure time spent with healthy family members during a holiday all based on thanks and a bountiful harvest.
The roasted Brussels sprouts were a tasty new addition to the annual melange of roasted vegetables as were the blackberry pies. I am also grateful for running water, a snaked drain, a working dishwasher, electricity and spending time away from work. Yes I know that Monday is only hours away, but I feel level headed and ready to do whatever is asked of me.
Thats what I call perspective.

The Sunday Dread

There is an odd feeling in the air, it must be Sunday. The distraction of the LCD screens wont keep Monday from arriving. This week is going to be hectic, with Tellabration happening on Saturday.
Tellabration is a wonderful evening of storytelling started late last century by J.G Pinkerton. He died two weeks ago, and I miss him. He was such a wonderful ,kind, smart and caring person who could really tell a story.

Paring Down

I am being haunted by possesions that I have accumulated for the past half century! Paring things down is a challenging proposal, however I am taking a stab at the clutter.

Suburban Slumber

I feel as if most people around me don't have any awareness of the global disparity we are all partaking in. And I am no better than folks in their SUV's for we are all guilty of conspicuous consumerism.