I have a helluva busy spring and summer ahead of me. Multiple special projects at The Nugget Newspaper; writing a book of artist profiles for the Sisters Folk Festival; an editing project; my book Kickstarter; recording and a solid schedule of band gigs. And, of course, there are many trails to be hiked, and I have a duty to continue the cull of the pestiferous clay pigeon.
Wrote it all out a couple of nights ago — so it wouldn’t be just banging around in my head — and took a deeeeeep breath. It might oughta be intimidating — but I woke up energized and eager to take it all on.
I feel damn lucky to have meaningful work that sits within my skill set, yet also pushes my capabilities. I get to make my living with my pen and Talk Story with my friends. How cool is that? I’m grateful — every day. Which reminds me…
Ray Wylie Hubbard is just as cool as you’d think he’d be. We had him here at the Sisters Folk Festival a few years back. He really is a kind of Cosmic Cowboy guru — dispensing wisdom earned by hard experience in a tasty dish of Texas talkin’ blues.
My only spiritual practice is gratitude — and Ray Wylie encapsulates why that’s sufficient in just two lines of a long discourse on strippers, gold-top Les Paul guitars, fatherhood and love:
“….And the days that I keep my gratitude higher than my expectations
Well, I have really good days”