Open Mics?

This post was written by a relative of mine who I haven’t seen in a number of years. I love the heart behind this article – sharing your song naturally and free from ego, because it connects us. Nothing builds relationships like creative expression, and nothing flattens fear like sharing your creativity.

Musical Adventures

This week I went on a bit of a mini-tour of some open mic sessions, performing with Jacqui Sampson as our new folk ‘band’ The Wildest Way.  We had a great couple of nights playing to some great crowds at a couple of marvellous venues in the South East of England.  The tunes we played went down really well (I think!) and we had a wonderful time listening to the other performers around us.

Highlights:  There were some great moments of proper music that it was a joy to be in the audience for.  The best things were the unexpected and quirky things that we wouldn’t have seen at a ‘normal’ gig.  The Schubert lieder performed beautifully on the pub piano, the bizarre but perfectly unanticipated keyboard electronica performance with equally perfect growled vocals, the proper blues played on harmonica and slide guitar showing that melancholy doesn’t have…

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When Mothering is Hard and No One Sees

I just loved this. El Roi. The God who sees.


When Mothering is Hard and No One Sees | Faith and Composition
Somewhere, in a house with walls and a roof very similar to the place you and I call home, there is a mother who wonders if she’s seen.

She wakes to a squalling baby, crying to nurse, or an older child (or two or four) demanding breakfast. She’s barely wiped the sleep from her eyes and has yet to pour a cup of coffee before diapers need to be changed and the dog must be let out.

Her job, nay her calling, begins before her feet even hit the floor. There is no commute to the office, no clocking in for motherhood. There is breakfast to tend, lunch boxes to pack, backpacks to gather. Urine-soaked sheets need stripping; there are dishes in the sink, and a pile of laundry litters the closet floor.

This isn’t a glamorous role, and no one is applauding her this morning.

This is a…

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Bike drama. Again

Today I’m thankful that a stranger dropped her mobile and stuck her hand in front of my 5 yr old’s face right before she smashed into a metal bar.

Brakes don’t work of you don’t put your thumb in the ‘thumber’ of the mitten. I think sticking your legs straight out in horror as you fly down hill is also a flawed strategy.

Also thankful that I had enough cash on me for a taxi to our destination because I have had enough of children vs bikes for today.