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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.

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Bitter Falls the Day

Steamrolled and tired

A downward spiral

Petals hit the ground

The flowers gone

The seeds have fallen

Winter frost bites hard

And fast

In hearts like mine

And yours

And theirs

A loving flame that

Raged

Burned and flared in these

Conflagrating times

We share

Gone to ground

Burrowed deeply in the earth

In silent midnight caves

Held by stone and rock and clay

Spirit flowing out and in

To the past and back again

We meet our wounds

We heal each blast

We nurture hope

And in return

Are nurtured as we

Begin to climb

Out of the dirt

Out of the grime to

Rise again renewed

The seeds crack open

Far and wide

We grow

We grow

We grow

Again

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Fallen

I knew for a moment

The freedom of flight

Taking wing and soaring

Against the auburn sky

I knew for a moment

The safety of a place

Nestled in and comforting

Wrapped in quiet den

I knew for a moment

Where I belonged

Walking wooded trails

Loathe for the path to end

Autumn arrived and with the leaves

I drifted down from branches

To lie here on the damp November ground

Staring lonely at the sky now

Dreaming once again

Of flight

Sinking slowly into cold earth

Sinking coldly into dirt

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Autumn Rebels – Daily Poem 11/18/2020

Autumn rebels

Changing color

Letting loose

Leaves dancing through the breezes

Tumbling down the streets

Clinging tightly to each other

In licentious piles

There’s always one though

That rebel’s rebel

Stark alone against the asphalt

Or against a concrete matte

Showing off his brightness

Delicious veins in contrast

Did he drift there unintended

Did he choose an isolated pose

Is he waiting for the next gust

To add him to the crowd

The vibrant masses drying

As the shades begin to fade

Edges curling in the crisp cool

Autumn light

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Daily Poem 11/3/2020

The wind whispers and the

Trees let loose their

Gowns

Dancing naked in the chill

Waiting for their cloaks of snow

Their bark is bold and firm

Roughly hewn in texture

Tattooed patterns of the past

Etched into superficial

Markings of their growth

At their feet in golds and reds and orange

Spill the fabrics of the summer

With branches ready

Reaching

They will move to winter’s tempo

Be it soft, and slow, and snowy

Or in waves, and sheets of sleet

In the deepest cold and rain

Incased in icy sheaths

The trees will dream of spring

Dream of spring

Of rising greens and budding leaves

Of dresses full and twirling

In the warm winds of the hopeful

Buoyancy of summer