Spring gifted me with beautiful adventures that took me from the snowy peaks of Utah, to delicious dives into the crystaline waters of Flathead Lake outside in Montana. I experienced the lusciousness of the steamroom at Ammara Spa in Sandpoint, ID. Every tangled muscle and nerve end softened and melted and forgot whatever tangled it in the first place.
So many remarkable people and experiences: Waterfalls in Georgia, poems and images born from dreams and delivered in hand crafted art pieces. Laughter cascading as easily as the spring snowmelt...moving from the rockies into the steamy green of the Carolinas; Essential Selves transforming from cocoons into multi-hued butterflies; delectable meals born from knowing hands and the rich bounty of farmers' markets; and then there was Texas...and Kerrville, my maiden voyage. Thanks to the loving encouragement of Janet Hans and Rebecca Eaton and the willing company of Lane Gosnay. I got drunk on the music...served all day. Songs climbing out from under every tent and melodies nestling themselves into every fold of my being. So many extraordinary songwriters, in all shapes and sizes, styles and shades. If I wrote down the name of every one that left me inspired or moved, I might create a broadband bulge on this cyber thread. Instead, I'll offer two photos that I recently received: one of me with the Empress of Southern Groove, Caroline Aiken, and the other of me with my newly discovered musical brother, sharing both DNA of heart and spirit, Jason Luckett.