Redtree Times

Last Kind Words- At the West End Gallery

The tree the tempest with a crash of wood
Throws down in front of us is not to bar
Our passage to our journey’s end for good,
But just to ask us who we think we are

–-Robert Frost, from On a Tree Fallen Across the Road

Sunday morning. Quiet. Gray skies, waiting for a little thunder in a bit. Maybe an hour or two of showers, something we can always use.

I am getting ready to work this morning, as always. I say work but that gives the wrong impression. It’s not really work. It’s more of an ingrained pattern, a necessary compulsion that keeps me on my path.

It’s sort of my respirator. Keeps me breathing, keeps me alive.

We’ll leave it at that this morning, with me breathing, working, and living. All good things.

For this Sunday morning’s musical selection, here’s a song, Stay the Road, from Glen Hansard. He’s one of those great talents that is so personally unassuming that he sometimes gets overlooked yet his work is consistently rock-solid in all ways. I can’t think of a creative misstep he has taken in all the years I have been aware of him. Always worth a listen.