ON THE EVE OF DEPARTURE
I’ve just returned from a walk to my hill – along Little Tesuque Creek, then a climb through the dry, gnarled bonsai forest of Juniper and Pinon, past low spiked agave and prickly pear cactus, to reach the crest of the ridge as the Sun was setting in all his golden splendour behind the distant Jemez mountains. I knew full well that this was the last such walk for the season. I head out on a six week tour tomorrow, and by the time I return the swelling buds of the creekside cottonwoods will be a rich, dark, Summertime green.
I’ve been feeling a bit melancholy and definitely quite stressed, overwhelmed by the seemingly endless list of stuff that needs to be organised and completed before I head out on that first flight. I’m tired after a crazily busy past month, which included a tour of Florida, a trip to LA, and two journeys to Mexico for some pretty massive dental work. And in the midst of all that, Tim and I have been working steadily on my Persephone album, recording and mixing and doing skype rehearsals with musicians in Australia, England and Greece! It’s been a crazy time.
So yeah, I was feeling a bit mopey and sorry for myself this afternoon as I packed and weighed my suitcase and made sure I included all the necessary things for a very solid six weeks of gigs, long flights, and recording sessions. But somehow, in amongst my miserableness, that wonderfully reliable inner voice was yelling loud and clear “GO FOR A WALK!!!!” So I did, and I feel so, so much better 🙂
It’s so easy to get caught up in our own stuff, isn’t it? The whirlpool of work and responsibilities and shoulds and musts, and housework, and duties, and emails and …. well, you get it. And then that marvelous shift when we remember that we are part of something bigger than all that, part of a grand cosmic wonder. That’s what happened for me, just now, up on the hill. A steady and not too cold wind was blowing. I faced into it and just let if blow away all the dross and bullshit that I’d been holding onto. At last I was able to stop thinking ahead, planning, plotting. I just let that wind blow through me as the sun set, and the mountains began to blur into a soft-edged and hazy mauve twilight.
I looked for the young Moon, but the sky was still too bright. It wasn’t until I was halfway down the mountain that I gained another clear view of the Western sky, and there she was! And low and behold, an aeroplane was zooming straight past her slender crescent, reminding me that, hey, I’m pretty bloody lucky to be flying off to the other side of the world in a giant metal bird. And here I was complaining! And to top it all off, there was Venus, right beside her. My Goddesses.
Earlier in the day I was thinking that there was no way I’d have time to write my blog before I left. It felt like just another chore on my long list. But driving back down the mountain, with the Moon and Venus as guides in the darkening sky, I couldn’t wait to get back and share that story with all of you.
Now I feel quite prepared, and a bit excited to be flying to New Orleans tomorrow, then a train to Jackson Mississippi on Friday, then a flight to Melbourne Australian on Sunday. And I feel very privileged to have the opportunity to spend another block of time in the studio in Melbourne, with some fine musicians, bringing my Persephone album a great bit giant step closer to completion.
Thanks for reading,
With Love and Magic