| Thurs 31 December 2015 . the catch . As I sip my coffee, I see the bag that I need to unpack from our trip to visit family and friends in Tulsa. I am reminded of how many times I have packed and unpacked this year. Not as many as in 2014 but enough to get the creativity moving and shaking. Travel is a time to catch stories, much like fireflies. Sometimes they land right in front of you, other times you have to skip around to catch 'em. We 'caught" some great stories this year. We met kind folks along the way, heard some extraordinary tales, songs and music, and found histories lingering on the whispering winds of the canyons of red. . yule . We started December playing with our Maritime Friends in Seattle at their annual Yuletide Concert at the Immanuel Lutheran Church. The Whateverly Brothers, Emerald Sky, and Watch the Sky shared holiday music as well as a few treasures of salty goodness. We are very lucky to have been a part of our Maritime Community this year. Thanks for invite! We loved joining our voices to the shanties! . improv . Since Ron had been working with broken hand over the last few weeks, he definitely embraced the art of improvisation. Ron became a stellar glockenspiel player this month! I mean, seriously... good stuff came from the misfortune. So much good that he might be playing glockenspiel on the new album! What album doesn't need more glockenspiel!? Also, we knew that Ron could play drum kit. We had a great time with his one handed drum performance at our visit to the Ould Triangle's Open Mic. Good times.. Good folks! . feast . the longest nights... the shortest of days . gypsy cafe . A trip to Tulsa would not be complete without a wee performance at the Gypsy, the place where I met Captain twelve years ago. We entertained a small crowd of close friends and kind strangers. No matter where one travels, it is always wonderful to return to where some magic began. I am thankful I happened upon that coffeehouse... and even more grateful to have met Captain. . auld lang syne . So as day wanes into night, I am reminded of all the cups o' kindness that I have received this year. I am thankful for all the adventures, the stories, the feasts of the heart and mind, and the sound of feet traveling on distant streets. I am getting ready to fly away again. We are having a quiet night at home on this New Years Eve. And since I have never sang this amazing song without the help of many a friend, I will leave you with an impromptu version, my cup o' kindness to you and yours, of Auld Lang Syne. Tapadh leibh! So much love! |
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