A song about not being able to write a song about it… with a show-don’t-tell ending.
songs
Each verse (and the bridge) is a scene from the Ithaca, NY area.
A lullaby for big kids who are feeling February.
Hearing voices might make you wonder if you’re going crazy. But what if you find someone else who’s getting the same message?
Tribute to Bonnie Raitt, who set a record for the slowest-growing music career.
A collage of phrases from myths about grief, descent and return, punishment, and what we can bring back from the depths.
No big deal, just sending the daughter back to college after winter break.
New Year meditation on invasions.
Meditation on the new year, transitions, new and old human problems, and a melody from a dream a few weeks ago.
A palimpsest of many relationships, mostly other people’s.
A tribute to my annual campout.
On that particular evening, I realized it was time for my heart to break. Again.
A meditation on the passage of a lifetime, witnessing each other, and hearing our own internal witness.
For Tom and Leela. Their loss was way bigger than mine that day.
I improvised this while playing guitar for my daughter as she took her bath.
Names, places (Fall Creek, Ithaca, New York in particular), and the flow of this whole story.
Sometimes it’s more important that we talk than what we say.
Thoughts during a meditation retreat. Just because you’re silent doesn’t mean you can’t eat yummy food with your friends.
A credo.
