To me, autumn has always felt like a time of beginnings, and also of rooting down into home. The physical place of home, and also the feeling of it.
This week was like that.
Sunday - an alpine view of home from St. Mary’s peak
Monday - an initial read-through of the musical! (Didn’t take a picture, unfortunately.)
Tuesday - the first Coyote Choir rehearsal of the season
Wednesday - a first hearing of Stellarondo’s amazing collaboration with Rick Bass
Thursday - rehearsal with for my new trio, Whippletree (only 2/3 of members able to attend, but a blast nonetheless)
Friday - first Coyote Choir social event of the year; a guided walk through the Fort Missoula Native Plant Garden with wonderful botanist (and Patronopolis member) Marilyn Marler
New scenes, new songs in the musical…
New ideas forming for the interviewing-kids-outside project…
New name for my adult singing group: The Federation for the Renewal Of Group Singing (The F.R.O.G.S.)…
Autumn never feels like dying to me. It feels like falling into something new.