A silent night indeed in coastal vancouver Since roomie/mate is in the interior of BC to dance the holiday familial with kin and since this year I am taking a break from that sort thing, I'm alone in the house and feeling it. May I borrow your ear?
Its not bad; its spacey and reflective and being filled with playing the keys creatively... sometimes Joni , sometimes me, sometimes things I don't think anyone owns yet. One of the aspects of Joni music that I have always treasured is how it has always been the best tutor one could ever hope for; and on so many levels. Joni educated me. She expanded my musical abilites in an immense way and more importantly perhaps, she has been a great instructer of attitude and what it means to be an adult. I think that's why I was so obsessed (in a good way of course) with her for so many years; I used her as the centerpiece of my social evolution. I am a woman of heart and mind With time on her hands No child to raise You come to me like a little boy And I give you my scorn and my praise You think I'm like your mother Or another lover or your sister Or the queen of your dreams Or just another silly girl When love makes a fool of me Ah, the salad days of romance and and naive certainties. All situations resolved to snippets of Mitchell lyric...it was incredible how easily her lyrics fit so many different random circumstances. She occupied at least a third of my communications. Yes I was a bonafide Joni Pod Person...an enslaved JPP...its true. But I feel better in these days of middle age...less capitivated by the iconic. I don't idolize things anymore. I am still fascinated by creation, but I have assumed a certain responsibility for my own and that means idols and gods and nations do not evoke any allegiance in me beyond showing respect for that which evidences itself as "something to grow on". And that is a good description of how I now attach to Mitchell. I lose myself in one of her tunes and ideas of my own spill out and I find myself fluidly playing things that are unique and bizarre and stretch me. Mitchell is a fabulous tool for the ear and emotional center. So this is Christmas... Outside it is still and frosty. What was supposed to be rain today turned into a hour or two cascade of fat snowflakes. It was enough to leave a scattering of white on lawns and trees and parked cars, but melted on the streets. The Christians were calling it a miracle. All it for me was evoke thoughts of the drifts on Myrtle's lawn and all those harsh winters in Winnipeg walking on snow that squeaked underfoot. That began the sequence of noticing my solitude tonight. god goes up the chimney like childhood santa claus a good slave loves a good book a rebel loves a cause I wish peace. thanx for the ear. cul
