Monday, April 1, 2019


There is nothing better for a man, than that he should eat and drink, and that he should make his soul enjoy good in his labour. This also I saw, that it was from the hand of God. -Ecclesiastes 2:24 KJV

2016 is repeating itself. We had unfinished business. I abandoned my timeline and ran home. (9 is just 6 upside down, turned around.) Somewhere along the line, I ended up being thrown overboard, proverbially swallowed by the grace of God, and the fish has made its U-turn. I am headed back to my original destination: adulthood, independence, individuality, purpose. From these, you cannot hide forever.

(And why would you?)

A new house to explore musically has presented itself. The chords are blue and yellow, in the key of E. It's triangular, like the roof of the building it makes me see. The scene it creates is of an old barn against a clear blue sky in a field of tall, yellow grass. It feels comforting, reminds me of the shade on the cover of The Cinematic Orchestra's Ma Fluer, and I tell stories about my past to myself while I sing alone in full voice on a Sunday night. I say it's not where I'm from. I haven't committed to any lyrics yet, but a suite of three different short songs came forward. Thematically, I imagine they are about moving on, coming to grips with history, joy. They're familiar, like they've been waiting around the bend this whole time, like the melody is the words, and the emotions they bring up are the lyrics.

Tonight I breathe easily, peace steeping in my soul like a warm tea.
Such quiet happiness.

I'm going to make it.
This also is from the hand of God.

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