This one is inspired by the wonderful Ask the Ages concert I heard last night with harp and horns. I regret not bringing my camera. The Chapel space was so gorgeous with the juxtaposition of vibes, harp, drums and bass on stage. I was lured to the concert by my favorite Alice Coltrane piece, Journey to Satchidananda and the promise of a Pharoah Sanders feeling, which I heard and felt.

#2, We All Fall Down

I can’t nor do I want to imagine life without her,
this world of music and of grace
that plays on with or without me, sings
like a saxophone and a harp gliss mixed with chocolate covered
baby dreams sliding further away from me every day,
ask the ages how to get any work done with her around,
any dishes, any laundry, any paperwork or writing,
I wonder about a piece of toast, how much I take it for granted
or the sky with its metal plated blue, like a guitar player
always with so much to say — rain one minute, sunshine
the next, every day is one more ring around my bones
a pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes

After a long time of thinking about starting a blog, I am finally doing so while on my maternity leave with my little daughter Zephyr. That said, any new mother reading this knows that I am not getting out much, nor am I getting much practice time in. I think I’ll just use this time to revisit some of the work I’ve done in the past until I get rolling again… I expect to return to performing this Spring/Summer. Until then…