End of the Year

What a strange 365 days it’s been. Lots of touring, lots of music, not quite enough hometime. News headlines strange enough to make me check twice to make sure I’m not reading the Onion. Seen lots of some friends, nowhere near enough of others. Procrastinated about a moldy wall, organizing receipts, cleaning closets and dogs, painting rooms, repairing gadgets, selling spare gear, getting some kind of plan for the future. Hope for positive change, despair at the continuing ascendence of fear and pettiness. Increased faith in the goodness of individuals, decreased faith in our ability to move back from corporatocracy to democracy. Delight in many small miracles including but not limited to yeast, living soil, the digestive system, caramelized onions, infinite multiverses, the human mind, the coffee bean, the power of human creativity, laughter, soap. Hoping that I will be able to act from my clearest, most intelligent, most compassionate self more often in the new year. Hoping that whoever I’m speaking to right now does the same. It’s felt like a fallow time. Here’s to the hope of seedlings well tended in 2010.