—Gwendolyn Brooks
Almost one year has rocketed past here in the Sierra Foothills. It’s unbelievable. The to-do list is still at several pages, the ‘accomplished’ file has no checkmarks, the sofa has two ass-shaped dents. Daylght is becoming weaker as temperatures drop.
“Why does the sky’s blue darken as autumn comes? Is it just the gradual subtraction of cousinly green from the foreground palette, the addition of oranges and browns? That little maple, hastening to turn before her sisters did for some reason, lifting and shaking her burning hands. The hurt and the old turned soonest: the high outermost limb of that dying ancient; that riven but still living one.”
— John Crowley, Daemonomania
So as the economy falls off a cliff and winter clasps its hands around Auburn, I find some renewed energy and even hope for the coming months. There is music, eventually and finally, and my faith in that power – listening, performing, participating and creating – will insure my success or my doom. Of course, I’m older now, more cautious, I’ll bundle up before heading out of the house, but head out I shall to make a little music and a little(r) cash, then return to this new home I continue to enjoy and explore the riches still offered by the Gold Country, the rivers, the fairs, the people and their history. All for a song.
“If you can get them once, man, get them standing up when they should be sitting down, sweaty when they should be decorous, smile when they should be applauding politely…and I think you sort of switch on their brain, man, so that makes them say: ‘Wait a minute, maybe I can do anything.’ Whoooooo! It’s life. That’s what rock and roll is for, turn that switch on, and man, it can all be.” – Janis Joplin
-Liz
All deep things are song. It seems somehow the very central essence of us, song; as if all the rest were but wrappages and hulls! ~Thomas Carlyle
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