And so, another year around the sun. Here I am again with the few remaining blossoms on the “memorial” cherry tree we planted 7 birthdays ago, when I didn’t think I’d be alive the following year to see it bloom again. Divine Creator had other plans it seems, so I am trying to live into whatever those plans might be with gratitude and joy. Thus, for the next several days, I’ll be celebrating in style as a volunteer with the Big Ears music festival in Knoxville. We’ve got all sorts of artists and performances in the line-up, big venues and small, from poetry to punk-cumbia, and everything in between. Plus there are those wonderful visits I’ll get to have with precious friends of many years. It’s my third go around with the Ears, and I’m more than thrilled to be working the festival. Heck, given my prognosis when we planted that cherry tree, I’m thrilled right now to be anywhere at all!
So, if you see me grooving to some far-out Big Ears weirdness, say hey and ask me about miracles. I have some experience with them and would be happy to share.
Thanks to all my dear ones who sent good wishes and prayers that have gotten me to today. You keep me groovin’!
