Hello Dear Ones,
I hope the summer has been treating you well. Do you happen to have extra grasshoppers around where you are too? Either way, hopefully you’re still able to relish in the harvest season and getting to eat some yummy garden/farm fresh food.
This summer we got to share some great backpacking adventures and enjoyed watching this year’s garden grow when home. A big thanks to Bernie for holding it down. We have been fond of the long days, though now the rhythms of school call us back to a more structured routine. It’s feeling like a good time for lessons and learning new skills. A good time for settling into a practice, whatever that might be for each of us.
Happy practicing, pickling, preserving, teaching, learning, working or whatever it is you do this time of year.
blessings,
Arlyn & David
–UPCOMING EVENTS–
TONIGHT – Friday, August 23, 6-9pm -Paonia- Women’s Drum and Voice: A Celebration, with Arlyn Alderdice and Meghann McCormick. An evening of women’s creative musical exploration. We will come into rhythm together, we will invite our full voices. We will practice deep listening, and we will PLAY. No prior experience needed. Bring your drum & seat, or use ours. Please join us! Full details and location.
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Friday, September 27th, 6pm – Poulos Park, Paonia – NFV Community and Parade Band at Mountain Harvest Festival. More info.
Saturday, September 28th, 4:30pm – Paonia Town Park Field- Mama Lingua at Mountain Harvest Festival. www.mamalinguamusic.com
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ongoing Somatic Movement, Fridays | 9:00 am – 10:00 am
movement practice with pre-recorded music facilitated by Arlyn Alderdice
TLC’s Hearth 138 Grand Ave, Paonia, CO – more information
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David has 1:1 drum and music lessons as well as musical/rhythmic coaching spots available for youth and adults: 970-872-4238
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If you want help bringing your full self to your life, Arlyn has one 1:1 life-coaching spot available in-person or online, please reach out by replying to this email.
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The Summer Day
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
-Mary Oliver