No big deal, just sending the daughter back to college after winter break.
songs
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.
The older I get, the more it all seems like a collection of strobe-lit moments. Do you know what I mean?
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.