Monday monday....
I have some pictures from the trip that I'll put up on my gmail flicker account soon.
I heard from Annalise today. She's up in Maine teaching guitar and lifegaurding at a summer camp. She told me that most of the counselors already know each other, but she's working her way into "the family."
Last night they had a camp fire and played their guitars and somehow one of them convinced her to play and sing one of her own songs. So she did. She told me she sang quietly, more so than usual, it was scary after all. When she was done, they told her they wanted to hear more, they told her she should teach songwriting and they told her they really like her voice and her words. I tell her this all the time, but hearing it from your peers is more of a validation, and I completely understand that.
Here in Texas, I'm thinking of her up in Maine singing her songs around a campfire and I know I must have done something right in some former life.
Maybe having a child when I was a bit young and uncertain put a little hold on my own creative pursuits, but there is plenty of time left and don't take this wrong, but being a parent is a creative process all it's own.
Today I'm finishing painting. As I paint, I've been listening to the mix CDs Annalise made me before she left. I open the windows, turn up the little boombox and paint. I'm a very messy painter, but it's okay, because I'm good with clean up. I have a new deadline looming and work ahead, so today it's nice to paint and watch the room change.
I heard from Annalise today. She's up in Maine teaching guitar and lifegaurding at a summer camp. She told me that most of the counselors already know each other, but she's working her way into "the family."
Last night they had a camp fire and played their guitars and somehow one of them convinced her to play and sing one of her own songs. So she did. She told me she sang quietly, more so than usual, it was scary after all. When she was done, they told her they wanted to hear more, they told her she should teach songwriting and they told her they really like her voice and her words. I tell her this all the time, but hearing it from your peers is more of a validation, and I completely understand that.
Here in Texas, I'm thinking of her up in Maine singing her songs around a campfire and I know I must have done something right in some former life.
Maybe having a child when I was a bit young and uncertain put a little hold on my own creative pursuits, but there is plenty of time left and don't take this wrong, but being a parent is a creative process all it's own.
Today I'm finishing painting. As I paint, I've been listening to the mix CDs Annalise made me before she left. I open the windows, turn up the little boombox and paint. I'm a very messy painter, but it's okay, because I'm good with clean up. I have a new deadline looming and work ahead, so today it's nice to paint and watch the room change.
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home