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November 1, 2010

I’m confessing here (albeit, publicly) that I’m nervous for my radio show today.  Music as Medicine is being called to community radio duty and that entails raising money on the air to support Kauai Community Radio, our island’s volunteer-powered station.  The goal is set for $1100 to be donated during my 2 hour set.

On the Music as Medicine blog I’ll promote the show and offer inspiring and encouraging words of support for KKCR.  It truly is a fantastic community radio station that lives close to my heart.  I’ll tell all my Friends on Facebook to tune in and donate to the cause with hearty enthusiasm.

For some reason, only here in the Archives will I confess my anxiety.  There’s always the chance that no one will call and I will have to quietly end the program without mentioning that I’ve fallen short of my goal.  Today’s show is a bit more nerve-wracking than usual since my typical co-host and ‘pitch partner’ will not be with me.

Up in the dark at 5:45am this morning, I’ve been perusing my iTunes library creating a set list for today’s program and sorting a list of recommended tracks to offer callers that make a donation.  Wondering if I’ve simply piled too much on to my life plate (three fundraisers, multiple clients, doubled workload and a pending trip to California) I listen to Josh Garrel’s “Season of Rain” track from his album Jacaranda.

Here in the beginning light of the day I am instantly transported to a place that only the vibration of sound can bring.  All is perfect and life is good.

Ahhh…the power of music.  It’s good medicine!

Tune in today if you can – 3-5 Hawaii Standard Time on www.kkcr.org.

photo by Jessica Dofflemyer

Here’s to open doors…

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October 31, 2010

Jeb and I got a last minute invitation to join our neighbors for Halloween dinner.  Instead of wandering the wild streets of town with mobs seeking to fill their candy bags, we nestled in for the company of good friends.

After dark, an impromptu trick or treat expedition of our own took place on our neighbor’s property.  Fruit leathers instead of chocolate along with Japanese candies were doled out by a Captain Kangaroo character under the lemon tree.  Spooky, real-life tales were shared about a “Kung Fu rat” that once jumped out of a closet and landed on a friend’s shoulder.

At the end of the evening, Jeb and I walked back home together without a flashlight.  The moon was no where in sight.  Jeb walked closely by  my side, very quiet and keeping in exact step with me.  In one stretch of our path we walked through a covering of trees, which made it very dark.  Slowly, step by step, we emerged onto our empty one lane street, a bit lighter with all of the stars shining above us.  Everything was silent but for the crickets and the rumbling surf that crashed on the cliffs about a mile away from us.

Sometimes I get spooked in the dark.  But tonight there was no fear.  And I wanted Jeb to walk beside me and feel that certainty.  The confidence in knowing that we can walk through the dark – sometimes without a light – and we’ll be Ok.  In fact, in these moments of heightened awareness and trust, there’s often something magical to be discovered.

 

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October 30, 2010

It’s Saturday and we slept in til 8.

I wake to Jeb standing over me, staring quietly.

I’m out of coffee.  We go to the bakery, then walk to the post office after a morning rain squall.

A rainbow arches and Jeb walks through the gateway.  We’re chewing gum and he’s trying to learn the art of making a bubble.  He wants constant demonstrations and can’t help but cheat and use his fingers.

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At home he’s got new seeds for his garden project.  And he’s thinking a second Halloween costume idea could be created this afternoon in time for tonight’s Haunted House party.  Hmmmm….

I’m thinking about the fact that I should wear some kind of costume to the event.  This is the second year that I’ve had the idea to be the woman in Klimt’s masterpiece, “The Kiss.” Yet, time is of the essence and I don’t think I have enough gold.

I promise myself to do “The Kiss” justice next year.

Gustav Klimt - "The Kiss"