Hello and happy almost Spring Equinox on the Western Hemispheric Front.
I have been quiet. I have been housed, cooking, lighting candles, planting dormant hydrangea bushes, fixing broken fences, writing cover letters, all while trying to remember to breath and de-tach from the thoughts as they pass by like clouds in the sky. Here, the March windstorms have blown vigorously through me, reminding me, that re-emergence is essential, seasonal and cyclical. Just as Spring comes in fits and starts to Tennessee, it also beckons me. So… *hand wave*
I have been writing too. Copywriting. Job Interviewing. Songwriting. Mentoring. Digging dirt out from under my fingernails, and always dreaming of recording the music, an experience one must climb to, relish in its peak and then “release”, as they say. I’ve also been background singing. Harmonizing with a tambourine tap on 2 and 4. Brushing shoulders with country music celebrity. I’ve been organizing other’s discography. I’ve been trying shorter sentences, you see.
I have been helping friends and family ideate new lives, move out of state and watch as long relationships end. I have been holding space for these major life transitions, as the pandemic simmers, I’ve become more observant, noticing how Nashville is possibly the most transitory place I’ve ever lived. Funny because I thought I knew that — What to people do here? TOUR. But after 7 years, even the non-touring peoples tend to get their tastebuds wet with Southern flavors, and go, huh, time to leave.
But not me, I guess. I feel planted here for awhile it seems. Though I am always thinking of mountains in the Pacific Northwest, North Carolina and Vermont. What can I say, I’m an earthy bitch, through and through.
And so I wanted to share a little poem I wrote. One that came to me as I scrolled the listings on Indeed, desiring drastic measures to transport me elsewhere.
Sending Love,
Nellen