As I write this it’s Sunday afternoon, in early December in the year of 2020. How are you doing? While I’m busy soldiering on, doing my daily Work, things are getting a bit scary out there Covid-wise again. As always there’s lots I could be doing. And there’s lots I want to … Continue reading How are you doing?
The following is an email from the past, composed on June 27, 2020. It is being delivered from the past through FutureMe.org. Dear Future Timmy, I'm working to look out for you better. Even now, as I write this, I'm noticing a habit I have of denigrating past Timmy. I can imagine this letter arriving … Continue reading Befriending Myself
A while ago, I began writing the word “gift” on the page on which I’m songs. (Or, when forget, midway through). It’s a small reminder. The gift could be for me, or for someone else. I aspire to offer some small joy, insight or surprise in what gets written. I want it to be something … Continue reading Writing is a gift
Here’s a little note I sent to myself across time via FutureMe.org: Thinking today again about how I might fertilize and make my "garden" more lush. What are the things a good gardener does to keep things lively and rich in a garden? Rotating crops, churning the soil, watering plants, building lattice work for vines … Continue reading The Gardener
There are five notes in a pentatonic scale, and as long as a person plays them in in key none of them will ever sound bad. It just sounds good. Maybe not great but good. That’s a strong place to start. The truth is, when I was first shown the pentatonic scale, I wanted the … Continue reading It just Sounds Good