Oh boy, do I ever resonate with the desire to keep tweaking and tinkering! The last piece I wrote was the same way. Nearly wrecked me. "But at some point, you just have to stop." YES (I say, weeping). And isn't it true that the "flaws" make it better? More human? Anyway, I love what you've made here. Heartwood—perfect name. The chords ar…
Oh boy, do I ever resonate with the desire to keep tweaking and tinkering! The last piece I wrote was the same way. Nearly wrecked me. "But at some point, you just have to stop." YES (I say, weeping). And isn't it true that the "flaws" make it better? More human? Anyway, I love what you've made here. Heartwood—perfect name. The chords are sublime—dappled-light-on-the-forest-floor sublime—and all the swells and crescendos carrying them. Poem-wise, you couldn't have picked a better one.
Thank you so much, Al. And yes! I noticed that theme in your most recent piece (which is so damn good by the way) — "O, who cares, who cares! Let it be Enough. Let the forgotten moment be perfect in its brokenness. It is over, done. The day is dead; the moon moved on." Yes, just letting things be enough. And also, maybe, saying to ourselves — hey, you are doing your best. Anyway, your post was lovely. And those plum tree photos are stunning. Thank you for listening to this new one, too — it means a lot.
Thank you, Matt. I appreciate that very much. 🌸 The irony of including that line ("O, who cares, who cares...") in a piece of writing I genuinely struggled to let go of, was not lost on me. 😂 Agreed - it's important to remember you're doing your best, and that "best" can look different week to week, month to month.
Oh boy, do I ever resonate with the desire to keep tweaking and tinkering! The last piece I wrote was the same way. Nearly wrecked me. "But at some point, you just have to stop." YES (I say, weeping). And isn't it true that the "flaws" make it better? More human? Anyway, I love what you've made here. Heartwood—perfect name. The chords are sublime—dappled-light-on-the-forest-floor sublime—and all the swells and crescendos carrying them. Poem-wise, you couldn't have picked a better one.
Thank you so much, Al. And yes! I noticed that theme in your most recent piece (which is so damn good by the way) — "O, who cares, who cares! Let it be Enough. Let the forgotten moment be perfect in its brokenness. It is over, done. The day is dead; the moon moved on." Yes, just letting things be enough. And also, maybe, saying to ourselves — hey, you are doing your best. Anyway, your post was lovely. And those plum tree photos are stunning. Thank you for listening to this new one, too — it means a lot.
Thank you, Matt. I appreciate that very much. 🌸 The irony of including that line ("O, who cares, who cares...") in a piece of writing I genuinely struggled to let go of, was not lost on me. 😂 Agreed - it's important to remember you're doing your best, and that "best" can look different week to week, month to month.