Grace. (Patreon)

Dear ones

I hope this message finds you feeling okay wherever you are.

A day of grace, or more. And sorry not sorry. I promised to write my lost-tradition annual survival notes yesterday …. and lo and behold I spent the day just actually surviving.

Down one full oven, four extra accidental teenagers in the house on one hours’ notice before the meal; we wound up with 18 instead of 14 at the table. It worked, but I’m a walking crispy fried brussels sprout of a human.

I’ll be back tomorrow (I hope) with some words that are inside of me, but for right now I have the most softly luminous peace in my heart I’ve had in ages.

We pulled it off.

May you all be full of grace, the deep and actually useful kind. May you have it for me, and for whoever is in your house tonight, and for whoever is in your own self tonight. Whoever shows up.

The news here in the states is just more and more horrific.

The grace, the mercy.

It’s needed more than ever this season.

I am, above all, more indebted to you all than ever before, and I hope you know it, feel it, and understand it when I say that it means the world to me that you’re my patrons and still, after all these years of up-and-down art and up-and-down life, find it in your hearts to support my work and career as a musician and a writer.

I love and appreciate you all so very much.

Thank you.

Xxxx

A