Yesterday was my birthday. I've been thinking about the incredible year just passed. June 29, 2014-June 29 2015:
I was graced with another day, another year, a chance to write another song (20+ this year to be exact)
I booked and completed my first European music tour, from which bloomed many lovely friendships.
I experienced deep love and deep loss, and have learned to appreciate the gifts found within each.
I performed in french, in a packed grotto-esque jazz club in Paris, France.
I celebrated twenty years living at my cottage, the place where my creativity began, and continues to flourish.
I, with two others, formed a music trio - ukuleles and women's voices, using both in ways that collectively transcend the solo.
I learned what authenticity in friendship is, and to participate fully.
I climbed 653 sprirally, dark stairs in a cathedral in Koln, Germany then traversed a bridge of love locks ...in awe.
Also in Koln, played a pub gig, with a makeshift upside-down chair as microphone stand... duct tape saved the day.
I walked away from people I needed to, and came back to others, ever revering the idea of, "a relationship is a very long story."
I gained ground in my music and self-confidence.
I sang in a wonderful Turkish Cultural Center in Ghent, Belgium, having booked the gig with no common language between us.
I learned to ask for and accept help.
I made up new recipes.
I rode a bicycle in The Netherlands, amid Autumn wind so sweet.
I learned that I am a teacher.
I had side-splitting laughter and anguish I never thought I'd outrun.
The stuff of life. Gratitude. Wonder. Love.
I am a lucky girl, to continue on my little road trip of life.