Journal
Part of this land initiation has called for writing. I have not fully answered this call yet (there is more to come), but periodically over the years I have carved out time for free writing and journaling. Here are just a few of those reflections. There are so many stories to be told, and I am still forming the worlds to capture the magic I have borne witness to on Sunday evenings when the sun is starting to set, the band is riding high, and Spirit starts to cut a rug…
Foxfire Origins
It was family and the land that brought me to the Hill Country Blues.
I never met my grandfathers; both had passed long before my appearance on this plane. I did have both of my grandmothers, though. It is a remarkable thing to be living out the adage about old men planting trees, somehow anticipating that the shade it now casts is for me and mine.
Free Write on Wilma
“Straighten your back up! Pull your shoulders back and stick your chest out,” my mother would say. “Walking around here like Wilma!” My heavy steps have always hurriedly carried me, slightly leaning forward. Charging towards the future.