This song is written to my better self, the one that shows up and takes things lightly and doesn’t catastrophize and generally acts like an adult.
Tag: meditative
I wrote this on the Fall Equinox to celebrate my tradition of not shaving for the seasons of astronomical Fall and Winter.
I started singing these two verses while walking a neighbor’s dog during the COVID-19 quarantine.
Big picture, lying in bed.
Those spiritual poets are such jokers!
A lullaby for big kids who are feeling February.
A collage of phrases from myths about grief, descent and return, punishment, and what we can bring back from the depths.
New Year meditation on invasions.
Some riffs that feel good on the hand and voice.
