I am the wife of a very talented musician who takes me around the world in pursuit of excellence. Mama to Jakob, Audrey and Ella, who just happens to have Down Syndrome.
And an aspiring disciple of Jesus, defender of the oppressed, writer, graphic designer and photographer.
I write and speak on navigating through the fog of life…you know, when things don’t go exactly as planned and am fuelled by a passion to amplify the voices of those on the margins…
oh, and coffee…lots of coffee.
What will the Cambridge soundtrack sound like? Will it be comprised of the Beatles, Beethoven and Bach on shuffle? I thought of this as I was listening to Tonic on CBC radio 2 one evening and was lulled into a trance by the intoxicating voice of Billy Holiday. Jazz. It has been my soul language ever since I discovered it in high school and yet, if you think about it, is a completely American art form. It came out of the Blues and Gospels, Spirituals and the appropriation of white man’s religion forced on an oppressed people. Miles, Coltrane, Dizzy…all American.
Folk musicians like Sarah Harmer, Emmy Lou Harris, even Great Big Sea have also been responsible for a number of tracks. But is what I know as folk the same as what the British know as folk?
And while the world is small and the music industry vast I couldn’t help but wonder if the everydayness wouldn’t be more different than the same?
In 10 short days we will be boarding a plane for London, England with no intention of returning for the next four seasons. We have planned out every detail, crossed every “T” and dotted every “i”. We have our passports, our visas, bags are packed and every item on my lengthy “to do” list is emphatically checked off: complete.
I am the wife of a very talented musician who takes me around the world in pursuit of excellence. Mama to Jakob, Audrey and Ella, who just happens to have Down Syndrome.
And an aspiring disciple of Jesus, defender of the oppressed, writer, graphic designer and photographer.
I write and speak on navigating through the fog of life…you know, when things don’t go exactly as planned and am fuelled by a passion to amplify the voices of those on the margins…
oh, and coffee…lots of coffee.
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