For the last year or so my husband has really fallen in love with poetry. Not surprising given he is a songwriter and musician. He started playing with taking some of his favorite poems and setting them to music. This … Continue reading
This week was so much fun – Henry really enjoyed getting silly and we all really love this band.
This started as an idea Henry and his dad talked over for a couple of months. Since we homeschool, part of his weekly assignments include presentation. He became excited about the idea of doing videos and making it about something … Continue reading
Henry explores and presents iconic musical artists for every letter of the alphabet.
First episode out today: A is for
What is the sum of 44 years? Do we measure in possessions or job titles or passport stamps or likes on social media? I have been thinking about this all week since turning another year older on Monday. Without the birthday experiences that have become tradition over the years this one left me a little sad, but also asking these questions. I think we all may be asking ourselves hard questions during this time.
I am hoping my years are measured on the following.
The number of times I have laughed so hard I cried (and cried so hard I laughed).
The number of hours I have spent fully in my body dancing and dancing and dancing.
All the hands I have held in friendship, love, grief, joy, solidarity, defiance, and protection.
The numerous live concerts I have been to, big or small, or just me and that other soul sharing their music with me. How lucky I have been to have so so so many beautiful musicians in my life.
The number of meals too high to count around tables or on blankets or on couches or around campfires shared with others where we became family.
The times I was brave enough to share myself wholly and not hold back. Letting others see the real me.
The hours spent listening to the voices of friends who needed to be heard or sitting in silence or grief.
The time spent hiking and sitting and swimming, exploring what is the greatest gift on our beautiful Earth.
The long and short hours of motherhood.
The stacks upon stacks of books full of poetry, other worlds and places explored, and lessons learned.
The beauty of art I have seen with my eyes and soul from ancient masters, modern day geniuses, and child’s hands.
The lines and scars on my face and body that say I have been here working and being and experiencing.
The countless kisses.
The time of prayer and meditation – my back and forth with the Divine.
The miles and hours of long drives down old roads with windows down and music up – the smell of woods or desert or mountains or sea drifting in.
In the end these are the sum of my years. I am a visual person, so this week for my birthday I went out into nature and made myself something that represented all of this. Gathering up all the bits and pieces of who I am and have been and will be in the coming year. Pulling in all together in a prayer for wholeness.
Blakes On The Road 