darnit there goes august

but there's nothing to be done about it. i suppose we'll have to pretend to be just LOVing september now. man. 

has anybody read thich nhat hanh? i may have the spelling wrong.

"In true dialogue, both sides are willing to change."

mother, and a total lunar eclipse

for all that has been, thanks.
for all that will be, yes!--
how could i say anything but yes?
--dag hammerskjold





sometimes, you just gotta relax yo' mind.
--wilton bluegrass

everything seems to be up in the air at this time.
--camper van beethoven

ain't life a brook

like so:


http://youtube.com/watch?v=Vgf4aW9Vqcg&mode=related&search=

i seem to be doing a world-road retrospective of some kind--why? because IM NOT ON THE ROAD yet! i know, i know, ive been sorting out transport issues. booking. trying to remember to pay bills on time. fielding calls from the fin aid office. trading stories with the ladies of the canyon (ok, the mini mart), etc. but one day, and soon, i will load up the last couple things i remembered not to forget and the other trillion i will forget will still be sitting under something in the living room, and i will think of shep and fill up the tank and get there before the sound guy goes home and everybody's too drunk to care.

everybody starts out pure, starts out rediculous, starts out beautiful

nobody want to be alone,
out here
on their own
--ricki lee jones, 'firewalk'



have you been to bodmin moor? crazy place. crazy sheep.

funny thing is, we're all listening to each other. i got the loveliest email today, from a dear friend who introduced themselves from the great state of oklahoma. we're all listening.

apparently,

anthony bourdain is going to be speaking in austin on oct 20th at the paramount.



and apparently, anthony hearts tacos:

check out tony on youtube

right turn, then way down on the left

sometimes you cant get there, sometimes you can. mostly, youre just tryin to get there. or, i am.

karen dalton singing blues

today was a dove flying on the side road to the post office, and it circled around a little before settling back on top of a nest on a branch. i think it was a nest but i didnt go over; wouldve startled. and the sky was tremendous blue!

going home

and furthermore...

road fish

not dog. not warrior. road fish.



the amazing remnants of the tropical whateveritscalled made here an amazing warm, wet jungle-y thing, and the pecans continue to rain down. i think they're early this year, but i couldnt say for sure.

"meanwhile, the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again....call to you, harsh and exciting, --over and over again announcing your place in the family of things."
--mary oliver

juliet was in the audience last night at the gravity lounge in charlottesville while devon sproule played. kind of a wild full circle; two years ago i remember sitting backstage before we did a show there, tuning up in a big flowery chair. she is returning to the far north east, and i?



i am burning a midnight oil, made for action.

dear friends!

"my object in living is to unite
my avocation and my vocation
as my two eyes make me one in sight,
for only where love and need are one
and the work is play for mortal stakes
is the deed ever really done
for heaven and the future's sake."
--robert frost

this is a thank you to
mom
juliet
james
alex
alice
aaron
david
stephen
audrey
kate
steph
ben
johnny
peter
mary
phoebe
will
jody
judy
rebecca
hannah
jessica
matty
jody's josh
steph's sam
amos
guthrie
kate's josh
dan
gabe
judy's sam
jonathan
our lovely russian friends
all the little ones
jack & rhonda
wendy
doug
clare
eric
lindsay
elizabeth
tamara
shep
old friends
new friends
margaret
michel
tom
katherine
sylvia
john
kathleen
judith
grace

everything i already have
everything i will be

happy day, everyone!

listening to a birthday mix:
matthew good, "born losers"
colbie caillat, "bubbly"
goo goo dolls, "iris"
eagle-eye cherry, "save tonight"
michael buble, "home"
the greenhorns, "there is an end"
dave mason, "we just disagree"
sara bareilles, "love song"
rosy, "love"
roxette, "it must have been love"

and a record that was a birthday present...
iron & wine, our endless numbered days

the fiddle chick (denise mccurdy) is playing her instrument next door. what a person can do with that thing...

the road goes ever on and on

In search of yourself,
The world contains the answer.
In search of the world,
The answer lies in you.
                     --Rudolf Steiner











aint it funny.

flea market supernova

is it a crystal? or a sky-event? hard to say...



on alice's birthday i listened to some new songs she and stephen had put together-- retooled blues. "the great divide" is essential listening. look for it on his myspace page (myspace.com/stephenmccarthy).



plans of mice and men. everybody's just trying to stay in the game.

the perseids

good for you, good for me. meteors, baby.

stardate updates

when everything feels like the movies

and i dont want the world to see me
cause i dont think that they'd understand
everything's made to be broken
i just want you to know who i am"

great song by goo goos.

its a rosicrucianism to say love will build the bridge. also just makes good sense.



i spent a lot of years putting myself back in a whole piece. i dont know if everybody feels that way over time, but i felt like i had serious work to do to put my thinking back into my own head and my feelings connected back into my own source. i always felt like my generation was kind of an invisible generation on the world stage, famous folk notwithstanding. like we just hadnt yet said what we had to say. but i notice that a lot of work has gotten done in the meantime. certain people i have come across years later and found that theyve been busy too.

i spent a lot of time in my twenties just getting to know how to get along in the world, i mean really get along--so i wasnt panicked and freaked out by everything. i felt like i dropped out of circulation and got on with essential work of getting a hold on my understandings. it was fucking terrifying. and really hard work. never been sure how to include that on a resume:

Skill Set:
*gets her shit together well
*manages to not freak on stuff
*handles scary life realities
*totally excellent @ transformation

i do think everything is made to be broken, but esp us, but like, broken open, like kahlil gibran: your pain is the breaking of the shell which encloses your understanding. amazing to understand a couple things. a great relief to be still getting to know. and if youve ever seen a serious summer storm building, where the sky takes an hour to change from bright to a weird green and black and the whole atmosphere changes and wind and humidity and thunder and lightening--its as close an external representation of my inner life as ive ever found. and very humbling to sit quietly through.

dang danang nang nang.

five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes

in daylights
in sunsets
in midnights
in cups of coffee


that's from rent. you knew that. but it has, its been a year.

ammendments/hyde park

i finally went to see the harry potter movie last week. ive been avoiding it all summer, insisting i could wait in the wings and watch glue dry instead while it was getting watched, but no, i ended up inside, and you know, it was good! it was. very. i am not much for movies really at this point, watching anyway, but this was good. and points were made by rowling, goodish points. and so.





hyde park was hot last night. it was still 95 degrees at 8, i think. we played for a good crowd of folks, and even better, had a pile of faces we knew or hadnt met yet but needed to--it was great. thank you to those who made the effort and the drive! it was happy-makey.



there was a guy whom i was told later was a crack head who butterfly'd around while we were setting up and playing, and he made off with a shaker and did well, keeping time before he brought it back. and then took up a tip pot and beat it with fingers before taking it around and encouraging money droppage. it was lovely. i thought i was losing my voice but didnt. and jessica and rebecca wanted to hear homeland, and kate and hannah pulled in close to stage and it was fun. it was girls night--juliet is a jam artist extraordinaire.



some things are better left unsaid. others, better to say. that's obvious. getting your choices down, that takes nopridemind, it takes bendedkneeself, and some lovingopenheartedness. everything else is a piece of (birthday) cake.

summer sun

recently i was accused of filthy machinations by a friend. it wasnt the first time but still it astonished me, just like it were.

in norse mytholgy, the god baldur, was killed by his  brother who is blind and was betrayed by loki (i could be remembering it wrong) who is jealous of his virtue and arranges to use his one achilles'  (not his heel but the plant mistletoe) on the arrows which otherwise fall around  him instead of piecing his body. i think his virtue made them fall away. anyway, it kills him.



i am always making the mistake to think everyone innocent. everyone. it is my achilles. thought i would announce that publically.