On the day after Thanksgiving, I am still grateful for being able to share my life with a woman who will cook a huge turkey dinner with all the trimmings and, unable to serve everyone together due to circumstances, packs the food into containers and drives an hour to deliver the meals. Of course, IContinue reading “The day after Thanksgiving”
There is no Frigate like a BookTo take us Lands awayNor any Coursers like a PageOf prancing Poetry – This Traverse may the poorest takeWithout oppress of Toll –How frugal is the ChariotThat bears the Human Soul – — Emily Dickinson I spent Wednesday building this new marina for my fleet of frigates; today IContinue reading “Happy Thanksgiving: Building a new marina”
I have built this blog, and my writing in general, around three action verbs: encourage, enlighten, entertain. If I have done at least one of those three things in a piece, mission accomplished. Today I’d like to share some of what has encouraged, enlightened and entertained me this year.
I was listening to the soundtrack of “Springsteen on Broadway” on Saturday when the rock star/singer-songwriter got to talking about his dad.
This is the 101st day of my 92-day challenge. Back at the end of July, to celebrate my finally getting an independent host for WarrenBluhm.com, I committed to writing a blog post every day in August, September, and October, or 92 consecutive days. I don’t believe I’ve ever managed that. Turns out it’s as easyContinue reading “Turns out the key really is to just do it”
I restrung the 12-string guitar on Sunday. First I took the nine old strings off and wiped the dust from my old friend, who had been hanging on the wall for a long time. Something had made me wait. I looked up at her more than once in all this time, and I would takeContinue reading “Words and music and words about music”
I pause in my morning visit with my journal to breathe, to listen to the wind chimes outside my window, and to feel the warm coffee flow down my throat to warm my entrails. The wind chimes are in the background almost always, because we live on a windy hill, and the song is alwaysContinue reading “The gift of the wind chimes”
Most people who know me know that I am a huge fan of the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, ever since I first heard the lush minor hit they made when I was 13 years old called “Buy For Me The Rain.” I have made it my mission to let people know there’s a lot moreContinue reading “After twenty years”
One of our fall projects was to clean out the garden shed/storage unit in the back yard. Under one table we found boxes of old documents I meant to sort through before we moved here in 2012, but it was easier to toss them in a box to deal with “later.”
The household — two humans, two canines and a feline — has not begun to stir except for the stirrings of my crazy brain. There, there is turmoil — No, there’s not! You’re in a contented and peaceful place.