Update: Falling into Autumn

Last weekend, I had the privilege of working with a sound crew for the Southern Indiana Blues Festival in Bean Blossom, Indiana. Held at the Bill Monroe Music Park and Campground, there were two stages surrounded by beautiful wooded areas with a small lake nestled in the holler between the hills.

I camped for the first time ever – luckily there were vendors there with fair food, but I was able to make a good strong pot of coffee every morning. I got to meet musicians from all over, and I learned a lot about sound. And physics. And metaphysics, because at the junction of audio frequencies, spirit, and music there is a space, an elevation, a connection that brings people to their feet, dancing and moving in time together. What is this?

Also, some other things have clarified for me, such as where will I be living, which is a tough question to have hanging about in the air. I am staying put for now, and with that decision came a small list of home improvement projects, because where and how you live, at least in part, reflects who you are and who you want to become. I added some solar lights, and some blinds because there’s a time to see and a time to refrain from seeing.

Or something.

I have some upcoming decisions to make as well which are of no small significance, some writing to do – pulled out a big project and dusted it off – some practice to make music better and keep improving, and the regular food prep, cash hustle, and where did I put the joy activities.

And naps. Lots of naps to help process the changes within and without.

Art has taken a bit of a breather, but there are pieces available in the Magic Art Shop – see link in header/menu, and prints of some of the artwork available on RedBubble – see the link in the sidebar/bottom of screen.

Hope everyone is doing well as we fall out of summer into autumn. May we land gently on piles of leaves with no hidden branches or garden implements. Apple cider and pumpkin lattes will battle it out every crisp day, whether it be the bright sunny days chilled or the damp, grey-skied rain soaked days biting, they will contend and vie for your taste buds until winter descends and hot cocoa triumphs.

A toast to the quest of the falling leaves and baring branches.