I’m doing it again. I’m committed to writing every day, but I’ve got so many fun things to do throughout the day that… well, here I am, 20 minutes before it’s not today anymore in wordpressland and I still haven’t written.

It doesn’t help that my computer is buried behind a few boxes of junk right now. I’ve been doing late spring cleaning and pulled all of my “storage” out of my brother’s room next door. I sorted a lot of it but when I finally hit the deadline (he was meant to get a new roommate) I put what was left of it in my room — right in front of my computer desk.

I’m not a hoarder. If I had disappeared last week and someone else cleaned up my messes, I could understand them believing I was, though. But really, I don’t have any compulsion to keep every scrap. I have no problem throwing things away. But I *do* have a problem with setting things down to deal with them later. And I have a (wonderful!) “problem” with always finding interesting ways to spend my time. I’m hardly home to even see the mess that I always mean to get around to dealing with.

Anyway, this week I plowed through at least half of the mess and I’ve come up with a cunning plan for the rest. My first real chain (in the Jerry Seinfeld sense. See June 1st’s post or search for “don’t break the chain”) will be to clean at home. Maybe “give or throw away at least 5 things” or “put 10 things back where they belong or find a place for them” or “spend at least 15 minutes making your home more homely.”

I’ll let you know how it goes.

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I spent today transcribing songs my band has been asked to play at a wedding next weekend. That means that I got to spend pretty much the whole day playing music and honing my aural skills. I love my life.

I worked on a number of songs but this has got to be my favorite. Somehow I hadn’t ever noticed it’s existence before:

 

Birds flying high
You know how I feel
Sun in the sky
You know how I feel
Breeze driftin’ on by
You know how I feel
It’s a new dawn
It’s a new day
It’s a new life
For me
And I’m feeling good
I’m feeling good

Fish in the sea
You know how I feel
River running free
You know how I feel
Blossom on a tree
You know how I feel
It’s a new dawn
It’s a new day
It’s a new life
For me
And I’m feeling good

Dragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean, don’t you know
Butterflies all havin’ fun you know what I mean
Sleep in peace when day is done
That’s what I mean
And this old world is a new world
And a bold world
For me

For me

Stars when you shine
You know how I feel
Scent of the pine
You know how I feel
Oh freedom is mine
And I know how I feel
It’s a new dawn
It’s a new day
It’s a new life

It’s a new dawn
It’s a new day
It’s a new life

It’s a new dawn
It’s a new day
It’s a new life
It’s a new life
For me

And I’m feeling good

I’m feeling good
I feel so good
I feel so good

Do you not yet know?
The city is your prison.
I will set you free.

– source unknown, told to me by a friend years ago.

 

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In this, the June 24th edition of Music Monday, we’ll hear about

Seth Martin and the Menders – Putting the Sky to Sleep

Seth is a dear friend. He’s a songwriter and folksinger in the tradition of Pete Seeger, Leadbelly, and Woody Guthrie. As the name Menders implies, he has a passion for facing the aspects of our world that are not as beautiful as they could be and inciting people everywhere to rise up and beautify.

Sand Castling

I’m well exhausted but can’t go to bed without giving you something new!

My day was consumed with my friends’ wedding, which I (and a lot of other friends) played music for. I don’t have a recording of us ready to share but I can give you the originals of the songs we covered. I think that my favorite is the weepies song, but it’s all pretty great.

Mumford and Sons – The Banjolin Song

 

The Black Keys – Everlasting Light

 

Cat Power – I Found a Reason

 

The Weepies – Somebody Loved

 

Jackie Wilson – Your Love Keeps Lifting Me Higher

Months ago I wrote a haiku about this and today I decided to capture it on video. This is me and the same child who, last year, wore galoshes all Summer long.

 

Will you spin me ’round?
Rainboots reflect sunbeams as
You say, “One more time!”

Right. Sorry for the interruption. I ran out of Wednesday and had to wrap that up pretty abruptly. If I were smarter I’d be writing Friday’s post right now and setting it to publish in the morning, but no, here I am squeezing today’s post in before midnight. Let’s see, where were we?

Twitter can be fun for hearing from your favorite author or movie critic or whatever, but I find it even more exciting to use it to just chat with people who share my interests, dreams and vision.

In the last couple of weeks on twitter, I have:

  • exchanged haiku with a homeschooling mother of 7 in England.  (@mamacrow)
  • considered starting a musical collaboration with a poet in Seattle. (@hsofia)
  • received travel tips and encouragement from an unschooling dad who is backpacking the world (currently Bali) with his son, and I told him about how my passport application was denied. (@1dad1kid)
  • exchanged morning (for me) pleasantries with a full time storyteller in Israel, which led to folktale research advice (@limorshiponi)
  • discovered and greeted and received encouragement from a family that has traveled the world by bicycle (@familyonbikes).
  • received an invitation from my friends The Hollands (@the_hollands)
  • learned about the Waldorf alternative educational model from a local friend I haven’t seen in a while (@barefootdoula)
  • connected with the naturalist and author of What the Robin Knows, a book that’s inspired me in the last year.(@jonyoungauthor)
  • introduced myself and chatted to my girlfriend’s mother, who lives 6 timezones away (@tbirdcymru)

Just to recall a few conversations.

There’s an overwhelming amount of communication pouring through the twittertubes, but I’ve found it’s quite possible to filter out the noise find  my tribe. Next time I’ll write more about the tools and ideas I’ve found to do that.

The other day, the blogathon had a writing prompt: What are your favorite apps? I had something else I wanted to write that day but it got me thinking. My favorite “app” has got to be twitter itself. I’ve been an on-again-off-again twitter user for a while now and the on-again periods have led to some really fascinating connections in my life. Maybe you’re on the fence about whether you want to use twitter or you just aren’t sure why it would be interesting. Let me tell you what I’ve enjoyed.

First, of course, are the witty famous people. When I started using twitter, Roger Ebert and Neil Gaiman regularly pointed me towards interesting articles or oddities, or they would share some short, beautiful turn of phrase they’d encountered. I miss Roger Ebert for the everyday poetry that he would share.

If that were all twitter was I would still have enjoyed it… but probably wouldn’t have stuck around. I’d like to tell you about the friends that I’ve made around the world but I let my day get away from me. I’ll continue this thought tomorrow.

I’ll just leave you with this teaser: neil gaiman proud