Archive for September, 2010

September 16, 2010

A metaphor for music: after a summer of disregard the path up the mountain is overgrown. So forge a new one and trust you will find your way home.

September 15, 2010

Bare legs brushing green ferns in the woods – still a bit of summer left to wring out of the sun.

September 14, 2010

A good day: visits with friends & their shining babies, a new glee club gig, another podcast play of my music, dinner fresh from Erin’s garden, then a rain cleared trail of stars guides me home.

September 13, 2010

At last this place is home again and waiting to hold the creative impulses that are wiggling & wanting to be born.

September 12, 2010

A vintage pink half slip, a touch of leopard skin, rhinestones and fake fur…being a girl is so much fun!!

September 9, 2010

Barely moving, within spitting distance of the house – one mindless moment and my left fender is a mess… And despite what it will cost me, I only feel relief that it is the kind of loss that can be repaired.

September 8, 2010

Who would have thought that in 4 weeks a house sitter could make my home smell and feel totally alien to me???

September 6, 2010

Good bye golden light of Tuscany. What is
this cold, wet, grey land unto which I have flown?

September 5, 2010

On my way to station Sants in Barcelona I pass a sign:”peluqueria dona home”- men’s & women’s wigs- but the d looks like an o and so I read: “oona home” & I know that it is time….

September 5, 2010

Sounds from the road: 500 year old church bells calling me awake, a chorus of Sardinian sheep bells echoing through the mountains, flamenco- a dialogue of passion, a nun sings alleluia in the cathedral of arezzo.