rise

I hate to admit it, but the majority of my time is spent feeling buried. Either under a pile of laundry, bills, unfinished home and personal projects, fatigue, the list literally goes on and on. I am constantly clawing my way out of this hole dug by illness, young and instant family, you know life. I get so bogged I forget. I forget I have the tools to rise up. Music has always been magic, a tool that sparks my light in the darkest, deepest times and carries me to another place. Whether it's listening or playing I am always lifted. When I play, I feel "tapped in" to the Divine, the songs are not mine I am only the instrument. So I must play everyday. Period.

well

artwork by the Wolf

            I am well. I am dancing, we all are. This is our family jam, stuck on repeat...                                            

                                                 

               Won't you dance with us? 

Tuesday Tune

This is to remind my father, Moonhawk, who is still fighting his fight

my papa's words and image

Can you hear your song? Do you remember?