my life in photographs

 It has been thirteen days since I last posted here — which quietly breaks my heart. I found an interview I did years ago and it reminded me of why I began blogging in the first place. It was not for the applause or the very small promise that is sharing your inner world and hoping others like it too.  No, it was an escape shoot from the mundane, a way of finding myself as a girl, as an artist, and beyond all, my own way of figuring out what it meant to be a human being. I could convince you with certainty that I am a better woman for having had this blog. It has been the greatest task I have ever followed through - because of what I have learned, because of who I have met, because of how vulnerable these blog entries turn me and I am so glad to have shared these years with you.


The landscape of blogging has changed. I've went on to include other things in my life, mostly music occupies all of the hours in a day and my loved ones deserve time too, but that does not mean I don't want to write here and although it may seem easier to say goodbye because goodbye would mean music would get all of my attention and that seems to be a good thing, goodbye would also mean I'd be losing the grin and heartbeat that makes this blog a home for me.

So into the future as we go, here is to what comes next. Whether a person reads it not, writing is medicine, each sentence a healthy spoonful of it's going to be okay and maybe, just maybe, you're doing more than putting sentences together, you're keeping yourself alive.

And that is what I intend to do.

The moon is as round as a banjo.

You can try to paint the day without banjo, books, warm coffee on the tongue or flowers within arm reach but it wouldn't be a day for me.  

"By teaching us how to read, they taught us how to get away."

To do: play banjo no matter what the neighbors think

Happiness is a garden that grows through September and sunlight dropping on the rooftops of the houses where people I love live.

Turn those hurt feelings into poems.

I couldn't sleep last night. I rolled around like I was a boat on a wavering sea.

To do today: let go of thoughts that say you cannot sing. If you have guts, you can sing. If you have the ability to make tears out of being crossed, you can sing. If you see a dog wandering by the road and wonder where it is going, you can sing. If you want to sing, you can sing. 

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