The Whistler's Dream

Everybody needs a dream...
Mine is to go to Oklahoma and play whistles for The Pioneer Woman. (Having been invited, not in a "creepy stalker" kind of way, for the record.) Heck, I'd play in a pup tent in the backyard for the joy of the cows and critters. What can I say? I'm a fan.
Everybody needs a dream...

Random Fluffy Foto!

Random Fluffy Foto!
Writing in bed, and Beka editing by ear. Really. The ear typed some letters. Really.

Thursday, January 26, 2006

The sun came out, and dried up the landy, landy...

It's not time yet to begin discussing things. But, the ice is beginning to thaw a bit. It's a sunny day, which helps. And last night, some very excellent therapy happened while playing a duo gig at Meier Gardens with the ever-fabulous and amazing Roger MacNaughton. The joy of making music and pouring my sorrow, my pain, and even my joy through the aching voice of the whistle was a balm indeed. Playing "You Raise Me Up" was, in particular, a healing moment.

As I said, it's not time yet to discuss events, to reveal specifics (though most people who read this know what has happened), or to speculate on the future. For now, the sun is shining, music is a healing thing, and God begins to reveal Himself anew to this stone-cold iron-hard heart...

3 comments:

endofnow - ryan said...

Cal,
Strange, "stone-cold iron-hard heart" isn't the first (or even in the top 20) word that comes to mind when I think of you...

Couchy said...

I am sorry if it seems shallow, but popping in on Saturday to do work and seeing the HKR studio dark was disheartening. More for you than me I am sure.

jenelle said...

Wishing you many more sunny days and healing music sessions.k