Food for My Journey

Life certainly has its ups and downs and various challenges, that's for sure, some days more than others. One thing I've learned along the way is the importance of feeding myself, to take time out to create pleasure and seek joy, because let's face it, it's not usually joy that comes knocking on the door, so unless we create it, it might not happen. Making time for joy - or even simple pleasures - is especially important when the going gets tough - even though it is precisely during the challenging times that it is the most difficult to wade through the mire long enough to make a plan or even remember to do it.

Recently I fed myself with a trip to the mainland, combining an eye doctor appointment on the Cape with an overnight in Boston, a thirty nine hour sojourn that was filled with friends - both planned and impromptu - and music-playing and church and a most welcome change of scenery. I do miss living in Boston, desperately, but am grateful that the recent twelve years I spent in that city gave me a good enough grounding that when I do return, it's as if I'm coming home.



Always a pleasure to play with Rose and Stu at The Tinker's Son in Norwell. On this night, Rose and I were the only fiddles so I had the honor of sitting next to her. Gotta say, the two fiddles sounded great together - Rose is a phenomenal player - way out of my league, that's for sure - and it was a blast to play with her; with everybody, really.


Especially, as always, with Stu's banjo and brilliant guitar backing.



A couple of the lads from Boston's Erin Og: Stephen on the left and Bobby on the right.


Bobby


Thursday in Cambridge was a sunny spring day - much welcomed after the prolonged snowy and cold winter that everyone thought would never end - so I wandered a bit. Zero Church Street.


From Zero Church to Church Overflowing: St. Paul's Catholic Church, Mount Auburn Street.


As usual, I only had time for a few quick impressions and this time only had one lens, the 50/1.4; plenty fast but lacking in width.














The Easter season will take us right up to Pentecost.













Faith, family, friends, and music - it ain't the Hoky Poky, but that's what it's all about.