When I first moved to the Mission in San Francisco, I lived in a teeny room in a flat with with several roommates, one of whom was a brilliant writer, Karen Wiederholt. After reading several of her poems, I asked if she’d be okay with me turning one of them into a song. I was …
I always think of March as a time to start over. The snow begins to melt into the soil. Earthy scents waft through warm air. The old pale sun is gone, and the new sun, as if shining through a magnifying lens, aims down at us, melting our tense shoulders. We reach for a frisbee, coil …
We turn not older with years but newer every day ― Emily Dickinson These past years I’ve been doing brand new things. I’ve become a mother, a music teacher, a climate activist, a backpacker. I’ve learned new ways to communicate, support, love, give; be resilient, bold, brave. Now as I return to performing music it will …
She is improvising this entire piece. So gorgeous, complex and elegant. It is a prayer:
