Here is my humble harp hospital - a perfect place for a lovely little harp to heal. I’ve been doing harp rehab for a friend’s lap harp this week, bringing this beauty back up to pitch and teaching her to make music again. She’s been stowed in a closet for many years, which is the [...]
On my Lake District adventure, I visited a small church that boasts a beautiful stained glass window designed by Edward Burne-Jones and executed by William Morris. I was so moved by the experience and so grateful to the parishioners that I wrote this poem and sent it to them. I got word this week that [...]
This is a story of how life conspires with us to fulfill our dearest dreams - especially when we are willing to follow good feeling and trust our hearts. For years, I dreamed of visiting the Lake District in the north of England - home of English-language Romantic poetry and a hotbed of artistic creativity [...]
I'm talking here to my fellow musicians, singers, poets, storytellers, and performers of all kinds. By "stink," I mean: ask questions, state your needs, request and require clarification. Delay assent until you receive it. Be gracious, be respectful - but make a stink. That graciousness is what makes it a "gentle stink." It's not really [...]
Culture gives women a number of problems to solve, often with no true or satisfying solution. Here’s one. I am thinking today of two occasions during the last ten years when I was manhandled by cheerful, “nice,” married men. In each case, I was a guest in their home, invited there to share music and [...]
There are many kinds. One example: Just after Christmas, I saw a person in ripped sweatpants and a stained jacket shambling along a main road in Biddeford, Maine. It was the quality of motion that caught my eye – a trudging, struggling forwards movement that conveyed resentment and defeat. And held out at a purposeful, [...]
It's so lovely to give yourself what you need. And - to quote my big brother Dan - to do it up big. Last night I treated myself to something I've drooled over for a long time: a subscription to "Slightly Foxed: the real reader's quarterly." I first spied a copy in the amazing book-town [...]
This little poem was inspired when my friend's beloved daughter graduated from a three-quarter-sized instrument and into a full-size instrument and a full-size life. The two are, I think, intricately entwined. In Her Hands for Sophie The three-quarter cello, breast-height and smiled-upon, a maker of child-music in clumsy quavers and slurs in pieces adapted [...]
Change the course and momentum of your energy! What I mean when I talk about "natural magic." No need to purchase a broom or a black cat, I promise. Click HERE to see the video. Uplifting and practical, I also promise!
Can we take a moment to hand it to brothers - and others - who ensure we keep going? Reading Lloyd Goodrich's short, wonderful bio of Winslow Homer, I came across this warming little ancecdote: "His first paintings, begun when he was 26, were of the war. One of the earliest showed a soldier being [...]
