Feasting with Friends 2017

My motto for 2017 is Feasting with Friends. A saying steadies me in the moment, while keeping me upbeat about the future, (especially if it involves food).

Last year’s musing was Today is the Day. That one reminded me to stop rolling in past must, to savor the feast on each day’s table.

In 2016, I did  things I never have before: took fiddle lessons and joined a jam session outside my demanding orchestra jobs. Fiddling by ear and tablature was secret fun. I also moved to a canyonimg_6586 in the Prescott, Arizona, Dells, an area I’ve wanted to live in since I first saw it in 2000. The wealth of new friends and opportunities from these two acts alone will enrich moments, always.

Feasting with Friends 2017: May all be well fed in belly and heart.

 

 

 

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Trees being planted at Milbe’s years ago.

 

With love to good old friend Milbe, who passed January 5, 2017. You stuffed us with food and drink and still we craved more, so we could hang out with you. As neighbors you and I feasted well.

Saintly

Religion doesn’t make a person more spiritual. Labeling some human beings saint over others seems idolatrous to me. Regardless, God looks on the heart and what man looks at on the outside is ultimately irrelevant. We’re all born and die on our own and it’s how we loved when no one was looking that is eternal.

Red moon eclipse, April 2014.
Red moon eclipse, April 2014.