as I sit here listening to howlin’ wolf
I am reminded of when I fell inlove with mxd
he carried books with him everywhere he went
he checked out a gladys knight boxset from the downtown library
he wore the same 3 t-shirts, a brown one, a deep red and of course classic black
I loved the way he mixed sliced tomatoes, cucumbers & lemon juice with his hands.. i’d never seen anyone sprinkle paprika in salad before
the red rice cooker still lives with us
now we try to eat less and walk more
no more smoking or drinking
its for the best
I was recently teaching a painting workshop in Woodstock ny
a gentleman requested we listen to the blues while working
wild how music makes you want to move your body a certain way
rocking back and forth, tapping ones foot, smiling ear to ear
just as I am typing this our daughter comes in the room while T-Bone Walker is playing
she says, ‘mama, this feels like cowgirl music.’
she shows me her lasso moves
lord have mercy, my hearts in misery, crazy about my baby…. yeah….
tuning in to what’s really swirling around inside of ourselves is big work
the big dig
digging deep or letting it be
depends on the day I suppose
walnuts, cashews, a few raisins sit in a small green ceramic bowl
I tried to play the tuba once, not the best fit
I admire musicians
the way they have committed to playing their instruments
the way it makes their face change with each note
the way it can make you weep with one note
its spiritual
this whole fucking existence
absolutely blows my mind
painting has a hold on me
wont let go
not now
ive come too far to give up now
I feel alright
how are you doing?
today…
what’s swirling around?
