Keira McArthur

I wonder about Gifts of all kinds, about how and if we choose to receive them. Not prizes, rewards, entitlements or charity, but Gifts.
Something vulnerable and connective happens around them.
Something shifts. It’s always a story.

Join me in August 2025 at keiramcarthur.substack.com/podcast for a series of audio stories called Tales of Gifts and Wonder.

Tree Time opens like a chrysalis one month from now, at Cotton Factory’s Doors Open weekend. That just happens to be how long it takes a monarch caterpillar to dissolve into goo and re-imagine itself into a butterfly. Send me love please, and wish me well.

New perspectives too, washed clean by the emotional waves. I’m curious about the active differences between inheritance and legacy. Is it choice, I wonder. Also I wonder about the ideas we cling to as though they define us. They do not. Memory, like main stream media, is unreliable.

…I just corrected my own typo two times, from 2021 to 2022, then again to 2023. Which tells me that 2021 is when I began the prep work.

It’s late July 2023 and I’m cooking a show for delivery and response by October of this year.

It’s a thing I love about us, possibly why I love playing music that is never the same twice; humans change over time, especially when challenged to wake up and out of the comfort zone slumber.