Updated: Jan 8, 2022
Photo by Larry Mars
Last Sunday the earth moved in and whispered a secret into the moon’s left ear.
Did you hear?
The Sun, on the spot,
Not liking secrets or shadow’s moaned
Ever since they set foot on her,
I’ve had nothing but trouble,
Well, that’s the way it goes sometimes, Mr. Sun,
Can’t live easy with her, we can’t live here at all without her.
Wouldn’t have anything any other way.
It is not a matter of blame –It will take as long as it takes
But we expect a warming trend.
Time and experiences began backing up as if in an eddy swirling at the turn of the decade. I was outed as being a type of messenger and the older family members were dispersing. They were going out to try on their ideas of who they were in the world. Everything was shifting. Hippie Teen Fails at Footing. That would be the headline if a kid dying was front page news. Hearts shattered all across our little tribe the day Bill fell to his death. He was always introducing us to something new and surprising about life. This time the lesson was the shock of death and brutal endings. It wouldn't be his last teaching for me.
Different Ways, Chapter 9, Icarus , pp. 73-76.
Music: This artist and song came to me through my time at Whole Wheat Radio. Brilliant artists like Krista Detor who move like magical troubadours wending their way through the world singing and playing to any and all venues from funky taverns and living rooms to concert halls and festivals are musical treasures and vital to holding up the sky. These artists are the in-flight underground of the music scene of the world. You may hear one or two of them on mainstream radio but that is not their audience, generally. Though probably not their goal or their intention, they are the unheard, independent talent; often far better than the popular fare available on the air. You need to dig a little deeper to access this gold. The dysfunctional music industry, like the corporate government, can't keep up. I had the amazing fortune to hear this song performed live at a house concert with Arbutus Cunningham when Krista brought her on tour with her a few years ago. I requested to hear this song in particular because it reminds me of Bill; his genius, his incorrigibility...and his demise. My heart opens to heal a little more each time I hear it.
Thank you for joining me here. The memoir Different Ways: Revealing the Feminine can be purchased through my website using a link to Village Books at AlltheDifferentWays.com. There will soon be an eBook version available with an independent retailer. The e-book on Amazon is a bit of a mess but free if you are a Kindle member. Don't buy it. Parts are missing.
The BlogCast that outlines my intentions for this series of readings from my book, Different Ways, Revealing the Feminine can be found here in the post, Between the Lines.