Archive for the ‘September’ Category
September 30, 2021
And now I turn my future over to my past as I prepare to bid adieu to everyday celebrating after all these years.
week 675 ~ the bittersweet morning arrives in grey
the bittersweet morning arrives in grey
trailing a rain cloud on the horizon
we wake up in an uncertain autumn
a tilted world holds disaster away
with thumbtacks as hope slides to the edge say
what you will we can taste oblivion
in our cornflakes in our eggs overdone
in our coffee bitter and black today
we suit up to save the world though doubtful
of the tools we can employ we’re steadfast
armed with a belief that democracy
won’t fail on our watch chewing a mouthful
of all that’s gone wrong we mean to outlast
our misfortune from sea to shining sea
September 29, 2021
My trusty longtime Fitbit finally explodes. I tape it together to limp to the connection with a newer model. So many thousands of steps recorded for so many years.
September 28, 2021
Flowers that brighten my walk today. I book a cabin for our upcoming trip to the mountains– so long since we’ve been away. Looking forward to the soothing hand of nature and the brilliance of autumn leaves.
September 27, 2021
Autumn brings endings and beginnings. Of course I won’t stop posting in this space from time to time– when I take a great photo, write an interesting poem, go on an intriguing journey (oh! for that day when I can travel and perform again without trepidation). But I am ending the idea of posting daily, and beginning a less frequent, perhaps more thoughtful, certainly more do-able, approach to celebrating my years ahead.
September 26, 2021
A view of my little town, taken on a excursion with friends, on a blue-sky brilliant day. The path leads onward.
September 24, 2021
I am 13 years older, and time has brought changes to how I function in the world, many unwelcome, but I have adapted and continue on unswayed in my engagement with music, love, creativity, and dreams. Growing older happens to the body sooner than the mind, I find. But being smart enough to understand, to take obstacles in stride and continue to engage with the world as it is right now, to not retreat into how-it-was, allows surprising things to happen and joy to flourish.
September 23, 2021
These 13 years have seen changes I never imagined. Two grandboys burst into being, with all the joy that brings. A new love arrived to heal my wounded heart. Brazil became a constant destination for music and amazement, not a one-time vacation fling. More books have followed my first; more CDs have been added to showcase new music found, loved, performed. I chose to leave my university job behind and, although missing the joys of teaching, negotiated the move to a freer space where music could direct my time and energy without obstacles. Yes, a vile president and a vicious pandemic upended life from its comfortable groove, but so far I and those I love have been able to navigate the rapids with dexterity. So, for the most part, the changes have led to welcome outcomes.
week 674 ~ step softly on the past
step softly on the past
for as you walk ahead
you balance on the last
true thing you touched don’t blast
the memories instead
step softly on the past
you need it for ballast
to mitigate your dread
you balance on the last
teetering you’ve amassed
the will to grasp a thread
step softly on the past
that book of stories passed
on passed by all pleas pled
you balance on the last
adventure dreams forecast
answers that haven’t fled
step softly on the past
you balance on the last
Celebrating a Year 