The morning after
Sunday morning. We dress because there is a fall chill in the air. You make eggs. What kind of eggs are those? I ask, but I don’t want any. I have collected every secluded piece of fruit exiled to our kitchen and assembled a brilliant, colorful fruit salad. When the fruit season ends, I’ll enter a period of mourning.
The show last night. It returns to me under the haze of Sunday morning. The people, the conversations, the music, the yoga performers, the opera singer, the opening band (Jodi King) on a brutal road trip from Winnipeg. It is beautiful and unique and from this distance, I can see features and details in the architecture of the evening that I never saw from the inside.
Hmmm. Beautiful Sunday. I saw people pouring out of church and squint against the sun, streaming through golden leaves that are clinging to their branches until the next freeze destroys the visual impact of autumn. Gold coins flittering in the wind, the leaves give an impression of wealth. Wholeness.
When I got home from the west coast tour, I was immersed in getting ready for the show last night. So the week has been a blur. It’s only been a week! And I was so very negligent in keeping my blog updated.
Following is a pic of me performing at Hermann’s Jazz club in Victoria during the west coast tour, with my great friend Wynn Gogol. Wynn is an amazing player and producer—and we wrote a great song together while I was out on the west coast. I’ve dedicated more time to co-writing these days, and it’s so rewarding to experience the connection and share the creative vibe. But I have to give huge props to Wynn, a very perceptive producer, for directing the flow of that co-writing experience and honoring it! Thanks to our friend Darcy Beck for the picture!
The show last night. It returns to me under the haze of Sunday morning. The people, the conversations, the music, the yoga performers, the opera singer, the opening band (Jodi King) on a brutal road trip from Winnipeg. It is beautiful and unique and from this distance, I can see features and details in the architecture of the evening that I never saw from the inside.
Hmmm. Beautiful Sunday. I saw people pouring out of church and squint against the sun, streaming through golden leaves that are clinging to their branches until the next freeze destroys the visual impact of autumn. Gold coins flittering in the wind, the leaves give an impression of wealth. Wholeness.
When I got home from the west coast tour, I was immersed in getting ready for the show last night. So the week has been a blur. It’s only been a week! And I was so very negligent in keeping my blog updated.
Following is a pic of me performing at Hermann’s Jazz club in Victoria during the west coast tour, with my great friend Wynn Gogol. Wynn is an amazing player and producer—and we wrote a great song together while I was out on the west coast. I’ve dedicated more time to co-writing these days, and it’s so rewarding to experience the connection and share the creative vibe. But I have to give huge props to Wynn, a very perceptive producer, for directing the flow of that co-writing experience and honoring it! Thanks to our friend Darcy Beck for the picture!
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