The Carolina Honeydrops’ version of The Grateful Dead’s Ripple (a song that always gives me goosebumps) was the masterpiece of my Floydfest Saturday. It was New Orleans style with dancers, horns, a sing-along and even a tuba! Who Dat? Ready for a sweet Saturday. But it’s bittersweet because it’s the last year the festival will […]
Floydfest Friday was family day with my sons and grandsons on the scene. It all went by fast and I didn’t get my yearly family group shot. This was the closest I came. We’re being photo-bombed by the two little boys on the left. I took several pictures and couldn’t get them to get out […]
Every year I get as excited about the main field installation designed by Erik Davis as I do about the music line-up. My Thursday afternoon started with catching a set of Blacksburg’s own Isaac Hadden on the Hill Holler Stage. Isaac’s been coming to Floydfest since he was a baby and has grown up musically […]
1. I dreamt that I cut off part of my ear (I don’t remember why), more than I meant to. I saved it for a while and then threw it away. Then, in the dream, I was applying to attend a retreat of sorts and was about to be given a bath. I was afraid […]
It’s been fun to read poetry in different places and to different audiences. This time, thanks to Elle Roe and others, the hosts were a local book club. We met on the back porch of The Floyd Country Store. It was not a back-and-forth Soulful Aging duo between me and Katherine, as we have been […]
I cling to morning sleep like I cling to the blanket when it’s cold I keep my eyes closed as if there was a war I didn’t want to see As if our country wasn’t selling arms to young white men who murder children I prolong my sleep for the lure of escape from the […]
1. I may use a computer more than ever before, but paper and pen is still my first language. 2. “Fundamentally, the story of God is a story about the human imagination, the human capacity to take seriously the sense that the world that we see before us is not all there is of the […]
______Wordless Wednesday
Our regular photo bombers were not at our Scrabble game at Outer Space on Wednesday, but sitting right next to us was a mother and daughter who were also playing Scrabble! The young daughter became Jayn’s sidekick, lucky charm or coach. Whatever, it worked because Jayn, who claims to like losing, won the game. We […]
Now I have to learn to nap and wake up three times a night Now I have to talk to bag boys at the grocery store who don’t know who wrote Let It Be I talk to the flowers in my garden I call them ‘my beautiful girls’ I hang out with butterflies and bluebirds […]
1. On Sunday, I briefly got lost in a labyrinth. “It’s just like me not to follow the path,” I said to a friend who was also walking. She replied, “You make your own path,” to which I answered, “No, not really. I think I’m pathless.” 2. I felt that the way we walked the […]
