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Monday, 6am

The high frequency sound of my own mind woke me two hours ago.

July 2013 is finished, incredibly.  So many things stuffed into a month, and June was only last week.  August will also finish in one week – 2013’s August of sleep-deprived days, 2060 kilometer weeks, lousy cash-flow, last suppers, Pearson Airport, and cello cello cello.

Suzuki book 1 cello Teacher Training class at SOSI - Laurier University, Waterloo Ontario - August 11 to 18.  Four of nine students are pictured here - all wonderful people from The 'States and Canada.  Great playing too, after class...
Suzuki book 1 cello Teacher Training class at SOSI – Laurier University, Waterloo Ontario – August 11 to 18. Three of nine students are pictured here – all wonderful people from The ‘States and Canada. Wonderful Catherine Walker was our Teacher-Trainer.  Great playing too, after class…

August of returning home to the mighty engine of work, rampant gardens and a house gone dormant.

This month of August has been relentlessly demanding – in the year of turning corners, making changes and consciously moving on into deeper territories. This month more than any other in a long long time has required of me a shocking amount of courage, and active self-respect since, in order to turn corners, make real changes and move on, I need also to Let Go.

My Daughter in Tokyo, where she will live for a year.  I just skyped with her in a weird time-warp - she from tomorrow, me from yesterday, meeting in the middle where now is...
My Daughter in Tokyo, where she will live for a year. I just skyped with her in a weird time-warp – she from tomorrow, me from yesterday, meeting in the middle where now is…

I’m not done.  The six days remaining to me will be full indeed – of focused, clean work, creative application, and development.  These are just words.  The doing will be truly satisfying – I can’t wait.

Penultimate August, full of opinions, critiques and challenges to my sense of worthiness, in this last week, I say to you, “Bring it.”

September will come and I shall know myself even better.  Which is good, since in September I will turn 50.

What a year!

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Ah, yes.

The last home-grown tomatoes of 2012

Music music all day yesterday – Jacqueline duPre while I traveled south in the morning, then a discussion about building an effective system for music education in Owen Sound with someone who, with certainty, knows how it’s done.  Then some information about Dr. Suzuki, who has changed the world with music pedagogy (like sistema in Venezuela, but Suzuki did this in the early 1900’s in Japan), then a race with the clock and the rain and the slow drivers to a gig about Tom Thomson (Songs in the Key of Tom, by the incredible and powerful david sereda), the same evening.

Oh and there was a full, FULL moon the whole time.

…the view across the road. That’s Georgian Bay through the trees. A minute down the road there’s a view without trees, but I like the peek through the screen.

This view through the trees aims exactly at the shoreline where Tom Thomson grew up, in Leith.  It reminds me of the way he looked at things – and the way J.E.H. MacDonald did, later – as a texture that buzzes with energies.

…also on our road – west side. The maples are turning.

a little closer…

touched by a gentle frost the night before

It’s my birthday today, and so I trawled this from the internet:

A full moon on your birthday means a lot will happen over the coming year. Yes, there will be disputes and disruptions but nothing you cannot handle.

… but isn’t that every year?

That’s a lovely leaf, turning.

living, breathing green from the east window in my studio, yesterday morning.

Happy end of September everyone; happy harvest moon.

K

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the joy of stupid

I awoke into one syllable:

Um.

There’s been lots of lunar stuff, what with the Blue Moon and all. Enough that I’m craving solar, for balance….

And then another:

Agh!
What day is it?

Saturday.

Um?

holiday weekend; shoes to kid for 9am, studio; funeral at 2pm; kayak & good, time at home
Where am I?

Full Moon.  You are in a full moon.

Um.

And then I remembered how much rich, satisfying fun I had playing with david sereda last night.

I love this man – his music, his humour, his graciousness, his wickedness. Lucky me to get to play with him.

To those of you who came last night – thanks for singing and laughing with us. That was FUN.

More coming from david:

Sept.15 at the Flying Beaver Pubaret in Toronto (New Moon), finally Sept 29 with Keira and Tyler Wagler for Songs in the Key of Tom in Owen Sound and another Full Moon. Syncin’ up with the heavens! 

I’m going to get some blessed sleep this weekend, now that the moon’s howl is lessening.

Then the September orchestra engines roar to life, writing and painting continue.

I love it all.

 

I really am stupid today – so just to be clear, what I mean is that nothing feels better than working your ass off at what you love.  It’s also good to sleep.