laramie

Love this. Back when i had a house in south Minneapolis, there was a little porch outside my bedroom where I could go out among the treetops when the weather was congenial. I liked to practice singing there with my mandolin. I'm no great musician, but that wasn't necessary for my audience of the birds and squirrels that would venture close to me while I made music. It's enough to share a sense of commonality -- not necessarily common humanity -- but a commonality of hearts living in a world where wind blows through trees and rain falls into streams -- where the world itself makes a music we all share.