15th September 2020

Pentre Ifan at dawn ~ Preseli Hills, Wales
Pentre Ifan at dawn ~ Preseli Hills, Wales

Time is a collapsible concept. I remember the initial encounters with this truth, I felt so relieved… so liberated from the unconscious commitment that I must somehow hold myself to a sort of excruciating self-discipline in order to maintain a steady tempo from day to day, month to month, situation to situation.

Today it is much later in the day – much farther down the road – and I am standing in what may be the middle or possibly just early days of a ghastly global pandemic. It is more challenging than ever, it seems to me, to “show up” for three appointed times in a single day. I simply drift off or sink into or slide over to some other realm where time is suspended. Collapsed. At these times, I can now do what I could not do five years ago. I can forgive myself… forgive myself and go on.

And so it is that it is five years since I last sat in front a computer keyboard and stared into a screen – a kind of shimmering picture window – looking out toward the present, what’s possible and what’s vaguely stirring in the periphery of my past.

Those of you who knew and enjoyed my music and conversation back in the day, I greet you once again with all my heart. For those of you who are new to my music, to my intention, I welcome you with all my heart.

Some things never change. And some things I am happy to say… have changed a lot.

I can’t be sure, but it seems I may begin again to communicate to you from here to there – reaching through all that has happened to us since last we leaned into each other through the words and the music.

It is 4:56pm on September 15, 2020.

I am clearing my head. I am clearing my heart. I am clearing my voice.

Right on time.