C'est la Vie.

 Dear Everyone,

You don't have to like it, but you do have to bear up under it.  How will we do that, I wonder? 
Dignity?  Beauty?  Certainly Truth.  Find a place where one of those is missing and make a contribution today.

The end of the year has us all considering how to best proceed, and I so I will direct you to the manifesto of the Dark Mountain Project again.   Here is a song, too, to inspire us to bear our burdens with grace, and to fill this world up. 

Fill it with what you want- don't let it be all shoe ads and soapboxes. 




Tell the Future


I wanted to write.

A big, rambling poem. 
A capacious clattering of lines, stanzas and pages.
A poem that would tell the future.
And the past.  All about the past.

To give it to the future. 


This wasn't here then, it was open; you could see the sky.
There was a dirt road there, and a little path.
A tree grew just there.
This used to be a field; with flowers in the spring.

It is the story of loss. 


You lose your shirt.
Your house, your wife.
Your looks, your youth.
Your keys.

Your loved ones.

It is the story of loss.


Your stone cairns, your dusty libraries,
museums and attics. 

It is the story of loss.

 

Push the Button, Max!

Dear Max,

You know what to do...  push the button.  Thinking of you, as always. 

Why push the button?  Here is why.

Festive Greetings to All!

Celestial Mechanism.

They were my brethren, my fellow beings, and I felt attracted even to the most repulsive among them, as to creatures of an angelic nature and celestial mechanism.

From Frankenstein, by Mary Shelley.

Skateland Lives!



Dear Mournful,

The news is good!  Skateland Bakersfield has re-opened!  Some saintly, lovely, visionary, generous and kind, people have bought it, and they are open and ready for you to roll with them.  We went last weekend, and had a grand time.  I hope you will visit them soon, and often.  I will keep an eye out for you!

What is there to prevent from attending tonight's session?

 Here's a roller skating jam for your Saturday, to further encourage you to visit Skateland.

The Way of the Song.

Dear Somewhere,

In Bandelier National Park, on the Pajarito Mesa, on the Tsankawi Trail, there winds a path, worn deep into the soft tuff of the earth.  First trod by the Ancestral Tewa peoples, 600-odd years ago, it is worn ever deeper by visitors today.  Setting your step into one of the narrow ascending footholds, or the wending downward chutes, you think of the feet that came before you; and the numinous traces of their lives.   

A song is a similar path, made manifest by repeated listenings-  you can easily touch times past in listening or singing along- and beyond, perhaps?  Touching even others who have sung along, too?

Try this experiment and see for yourself.  Listen and sing or hum along to this lovely palimpsest of a song, and see if you don't travel great distances, visit far away times, and hear the stories of old.




PS
Hey La and Somewhere.

And once more,, maybe?  Encore?

These Are The Days of Miracle and Wonder.