& another circle around the sun,

Each hour, a clock twists, and hands are in the habit of making circles.  One day, you're awoken by  flower bunches, and the next day, snow pebbles are glistening your boots.  The seasons quickly do change. The Dark earth spins, and suddenly, the clock howls the new hour.  Moons take on different shapes, sun beams take on different discos.  All of our mornings bring buds, blossoms, breezes, or drifting leaves. I remember the arrival of 2011. I remember dancing beside my Father - whistling to a tune.  The night had been spent on the dance floor, drinking champagne, and counting my blessings. I remember going to sleep, and drifting into a New Year.
Eventually, I awoke, and here I am now.

2011 has been a year of newborn friends, newborn hobbies, and unfolding of the inner Amy. This was the year of transformation -  I started the year as a baby, only eighteen, with a passport and nowhere to go, but the taverns, the musical halls, the bar rooms, and the wine cellars. 2011 was a year to experience the natural progression of youth.  I once was only a child, and the world was a window. I wanted to sleep on sailboats, and watch the world turn, without ever changing myself.  I was terrified of growing up, of becoming an adult with no thirst for imagination- as if my year on earth as an eighteen year old would be the death of my childhood. I knew I'd grow wiser, and less tolerant of the fickle.  But I thought I'd grow meaner with no sense of fun. This year, I learned that wisdom is not youth's foe.  One can be wise, without losing their childish wishes.

2011 was also a musical spin around the sun - every month, there were music-maker gatherings, banjo tunings, and concerts of my favorite artists. 2011 was the year I found my voice. 

Favorite concerts I went toThe Tallest Man On EarthThe Felice BrothersThe Deep Dark Woods Justin Townes EarleMorgan O'Kane Blind Pilot Jack MarksTimber Timbre 

To throw a bouquet into the New year -  I strung together outfit images of every season. It's been a wide-eyed wonder- kind of year.  Thank you for all being a part of it.  May all of our 2012's be built by happy dwellings, and honey pails.

Favorite Songs of 2011 :


 


Favorite music maker of the year

Songs I sang most in the shower

  
Songs that will remind me most of 2011



 Poetry to carry me through 2012❝And our problems will crumble apart, the soul / blow through like a wind, and here where we live
will all be clean again, with fresh bread on the table.❞  (—— Pablo Neruda) 

❝In my heart was a desire to live more dangerously. I was not unprepared for jagged rocks and treacherous shoals if i could only have change- change and the excitement of the unforeseen.❞

(—— W. Somerset Maugham)
 

❝They have worries, they're counting the miles, they're thinking about where to sleep tonight, how much money for gas, the weather, how they'll get there - and all the time they'll get there anyway, you see.❞
(― Jack Kerouac)