Spring arrives
This afternoon sitting in the forest above my house in the warm sun. Insects are everywhere, flies landing on me to say hello, the moss and rocks on the cliff warm and dry.
I am sitting with a mug of tea made from the first tender leaves of the season’s lemon balm. Listening to silence punctuated by a squirrel chattering in a rhythmic patterns of sevens “cheap a cheap cheap, cheap a cheap”. He is consistent enough that I can drum softly on the moss beside me in time with his voice and sing a little song about belonging. Making music with the context.
There are many seeds I have planted this winter and I feel a sense of anticipation that some will come up. I also wonder what will never come up and what will grow that I never planted.
I wonder dear few readers, if there is something between you and I that we have spoken of that wants to be born? Are you reading this and thinking about work and play we could do together? Is there a call, however faint, that wants to be voiced?
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Hi Chris,
A funny story… this morning I awoke from a dream where we were in the woods drumming, in a playful sort of way, exchanging patterns of rhythms with our sticks and pine cones. Which made me wonder today what was happening with you, and upon reading your post, makes me wonder if there is something to these ephemeral beginnings that might more boldly take shape. Nothing definitive as yet, but I think here you are inviting some great possibility to appear from some/every where…
Regardless, I will be ‘rooting’ for all that you have planted. :0)
In the famous words of improv: yes and! What a generous offer you’ve made to us. Seeds planted, right time will emerge. What is your call that wants to be voiced?
PS Discovered we know someone in common – Bill Guerin. He’s connected to my sweetie’s side of the family.
Ahh Chris, you describe such a delicious scene at a turn in the season from a true winter to spring … something that never get to experience in the humid tropics!
I am basking in the afterglow of another hugely successful Open Mic Music Festival. What a great way to build and strengthen community! Music creates possibility and I am hearing a call to create some music from opposite ends of the world.
How shall we spin in the ALIA flow?