Here’s a picture of one of my happiest moments in recent memory, and that’s saying quite a bit. Our daughters on their first trick-or-treat. The bright wonder that kids bring into their world, and see in it! They were fairies, and as dear as anything you can know, and hysterically cute. Halloween is the […]
At the cabinOriginally uploaded by Round Mountain We took a trip recently to our own sort of Holy Land - the cabin where we used to go with the family as kids. It was wonderful to see the place, to feel the silence up there, and to play music. We used the day to work […]
I’ve often heard it said that different religions are all different paths up the same mountain. I like that metaphor, but it strikes me that another one might be useful as well: God is the sea, and religions are beachfront property. Beautiful real estate on the market may be publicly admired and coveted, but it’s […]
One great schism / duality worth noting (or, add an “h” - worth nothing?) Making a plan vs. showing up… From my father I have to learn the lesson of the latter, from my wife the former. You really have to do BOTH! Oy. Just because “the best-laid plans of mice and men gang oft […]
Wow,Now and then I am broadsided by music I didn’t expect to love in some form or other. The path of loving world music, in spite of its apparent scope, can run a bit narrow at times, in the sense that it might keep me from listening to music from this place that’s not on […]
The view from the stageOriginally uploaded by Round Mountain This must be the big time! We had a pretty nice gig at the Brewing Company, lots of lovely folks came out in support of the Turquoise Trail Music Program, where Char teaches. We started with a Daichevo we’d never tried before, and it was really […]
There’s got to be some correlation between the size on an expanse and its silence. The other day I was for once not vague about where to take Ida during our time together - I saw the mountains all covered with gold-turning aspens and they summoned me. We made it up there without her fussing […]