Carrie (not from Nashville)

My friend Carrie is rumored to be arriving in the valley.

Tonight
I will suspend this disbelief.
Tonight
I will tidy up this attic
(these darker thoughts)
and let some air shine in.

O, magic of yes
bless us now
as we nestle the delicate silence
of tea clouds
in our cupped hands
by the fire.

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Commencement

Hello.

. . . the mere sketch of a starving artist in the early twenti-first century.

I don't know the first thing about blogging; these virtual dear diaries and all that jazz . . . . I got here through a friend's suggestion. I guess that I should just speak my mind.

My sister asked me a few years back why I didn't take up a "music ministry". She was all into her church at the time. I laughed then (more on WHY later). But, as I was listening to and reading the lyrics of a recent Rickie Lee Jones tune today ("It Takes You There" - from Evening Of My Best Day), I remembered my sister's question. This tune answers it in a lovely and succinct way. . .

" . . . I don't do it for God . . . I don't do it for love . . . I don't do it for Jesus . . . . I'm back on the street because . . . . it takes you there . . . ".

This is one of the best glimpses of a muse I've ever glimpsed.

yeh . . . . that'll be my koan for the day

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