Leap of Faith

 

I was singing in the rain, now I’m wheezing in the breeze….

Hey Y’all!

It’s been a whirlwind of activity since I last posted anything. I fit about 2 week’s worth of hoop-de-do into a 5 day visit in Alabama with family and friends. The sunshine was incredible. Seeing friends, whom I have known for many decades, was divine. Hanging with family was super. And of course, I love the ever polite and warm southern folk. If I could blend Portland and the south, that would be Hippie and Grits Utopia!

Now for the LEAP OF FAITH – dun dun dun (ominous background music). That leap entails the moment after jumping from the airplane but a moment before the parachute opens. I just signed up to run the Portland Half Marathon on October 5th, 5 days after I turn fifty mumble mumble mumble – early 50s in any event - as a fundraiser for the Children’s Cancer Association. The last sports event I did was a Half Ironman swim in 2007. Time to dust off the inner athlete and connect with the “wow, free food at the finish line” warrior. I need to raise at least $1,000 and be able to run a gazillion miles. Piece of tofu, low sugar cake, right? :)

 

 

Hey Y’all

Lovely Pen Pals – you shall hear from me soon. I am returning from La La Land, also known as a computer crash and having been under the weather.

So – a question for all y’all out there. (I’m warming up for my trip back South with that kinda lingo. Sure wish the lightning bugs were already out at home. Oops – I digress). How do y’all keep up with all the social stuff – emails, Facebook, blogging etc.? I have so many lovely folks following my blog but I’m not able to keep up with all of it myself. Please know I think of you all and I’m sending a southern blessing – may you have abundant fireflies and (vegan) moonpies. :)

Here’s the song I am playing for my lesson on Wednesday – nowhere near as good as my teacher in the video!!!

Shout out to Terratonz

Through all kinds of harmonic convergence (and persistence on my part!!), I recently received my Terratonz awesome musical wonder. Some call it a handpan, or a terrapan. I like to think of it as a resonant glorious metal sculpture of wok-like musical amazement, but that is a rather lengthy title. :)

I cannot say often enough how incredible are: Daniel Waples, the musician whom you will see momentarily in a video who connected me with this instrument, and CR PanMan, of Terratonz, who built the Waples 8.

CR just spent AN HOUR AND A HALF on Skype with me, explaining cool things about the instrument and giving me pointers. Daniel made sure I had demoes of 2 instruments before I could place my order and he kept me posted on the progress of the instrument being shipped to me. CR continued the process of building my terrapan while down to the use of one hand because his other hand was BROKEN and in a cast!!! This kind of attention, while I think is not sustainable when dealing with mass quantities, is unheard of. I adore Daniel and CR and know they are awesomely good people.

Here’s a video of Daniel being his brilliant self. And if you want a terrapan, and you know you do!!!, connect with Terratonz via pathtopan@terratonz.com or http://www.terratonz.com

Peace, love and happy music (2 videos below)

An addendum that is near and dear to my heart: Watch this whole video. You’ll be so glad you did. I applaud everyone who thinks outside the box. If Jake Shimabukuro didn’t follow his vision, we’d all still be playing “Tiny Bubbles”.

Rebuilding

My Humpty Dumpty computer is being put together again, without any help whatsoever from the king’s horses or the king’s men! Last week the computer crashed and took with it my pictures, files, histories, address book, my stash of coupons and half of my  pantry.

And – I’m wrestling with a cold and/or allergies. While playing the banjo, it is good to have a raspy voice and sound pitiful, as if my partner and my dog ran off the same day. However, I will be playing the flute in the hospital this week – two days even. Getting air, and being able to breathe out air sans sputtering and hacking, is a lovely thing with woodwind instruments! (This week, I’m in a hospital lobby – nowhere close to any sick kids who are up on the units!!)

I see only cold meds

I see only cold meds

Puppies and Sunshine

My inventory on puppies is low but the SUN is shining in Oregon (alert the media!!), the flowers are coming up, my computer crashed and swallowed everything, my handpan should be here in 48 hours (YES!!!!) and the chamber ensemble, of which I am a member, put on a downright respectable performance last night.

Wait – did she say computer crash? Yesiree. According to Pete the computer guru, it was not a virus but a glitch that just wiped out my files, email accounts, histories, pictures, address book etc. with nary a backup. Acceptance Part 2. I can scream and cry or just pull out the banjo, wallow in flower buds, look for puppies, and sweat out any “grrr” in Bikram Yoga class. Of course, these things always happen 10 minutes before Pete leaves on yet another business trip but alas…. (Here’s the plus side of Pen Pal Letters!)

Puppies!! Sunshine!!

Puppies!! Sunshine!!

Acceptance

Trying to accept with grace and poise

Despite the racket of my mental noise

Friends are working long hours, they say

And wouldn’t they love to have my kind of day?

But I just turned down my last terping* request

Pain prevents me, I gave it my best

Can’t keep wallowing in what was “taken” from me

Can’t live in limbo as to what will be

Acceptance is daily

Neither welcomed nor easy

The past is over

The “now” is up to me

But f* the platitudes

I wail when I must

This too shall pass

Onwards or bust

(Terping – an affectionate, at least to me, slang word for being an American Sign Language interpreter. I was relatively kick-ass good at it for 11 years until 2 car accidents and 2 spinal surgeries knocked me out of the field for good. Have been trying to reinvent myself for the last 4 years. Do I feel left out when friends tell me how hard they are working and I wish I could? Sure. But I just have to keep the faith that good is on the way.

Daylight Savings Time

Daylight Savings Time

An hour was taken from me

I didn’t fill out a deposit slip

So where could it possibly be?

What is it saving

And where did it go?

Is it in a bank?

I want to know

I hope that hour is safe and warm

And when its vacation is done,

Compounded interest is what it brings

After “I’ll never tell”, road trip fun