The man who has many answers is often found in the theaters of information where he offers, graciously, his deep findings. While the man who has only questions, to comfort himself, makes music. -Mary Oliver, A Thousand Mornings
Reflecting on this poem, I’m reminded how often (when I’m feeling uncertain) I defer to those who have theaters of information instead of taking comfort in the music makers.
In the interlude of essays and ideas here, I’m going to share poetry, music, candid thoughts, recipes and cheerful things. Perhaps some carving work, as well.
It’s such a strange time we live in. War, the plague, polarities and governments gone wild! In the madness I’ve found listening to music with little or few lyrics helps me feel restful. There is so much we are bombarded with on a daily basis that a moment of stillness is cherished.
I don’t think a lot needs to be said. Just enjoy the music and creativity.
This is beautiful, Amy! Here's the song I've been coming back to a lot: a deeply mellow, 42-minute (!) instrumental cover of "Wichita Lineman" by the elusive Dick Slessig Combo (led my former Acetone guitarist Mark Lightcap, who's got the lightest touch on a guitar I've ever heard). Something about the repetition and then the tiny epiphany that happens every time they transition to another section.... Gets me every time!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MorgJwbBhe4