Among many other things, I'm thankful for where I live. Of course, hindsight is 20/20, and at the time, relocating to (south of) Chestertown (in Queen Anne's County) was more a providential move than a purposeful one. Providence, though, does point to purpose: purpose that may not be understood, but that can be trusted. The rooster crows at dawn, and the day is new.

The time is come, in my path, to face (and embrace) one of those seasons of challenge, common to us all. Last week, on Monday, family concerns abruptly avalanched over my tenuous "structures", and redefined the landscape. The purpose of this entry is not to detail these challenges. We all face them (or we will). It is, rather, to plainly state what (hopefully) has been the foundation of my "understanding" (in all that I have written here, albeit often tacitly): that God is sufficient, and His plan is right. The "still small voice" is not an attainment, but rather, an eternal presence. It's always been my understanding (as I have shared in this public journal, now, over the years) that, as I mature in performance, I’m really learning life lessons, that apply everywhere. The mind of the artist is often complicated (particularly in the view of those blessed with feet that actually touch the ground), but I am blessed with the gift of (an ability to) trust, as I let go. As I have "re-entered life", over these last few days, I sense the scent of refining fire, and the evidence of grace. And that’s what it’s all about (Charlie Brown).

To everything there is a season, and now the seasons change. Since my food court days (as "Picnic Pianist" in the Cherry Hill Mall for the better part of 11 years, beginning in the mid "80's), I have not pursued or performed "steadies", as many musicians do. Instead, my focus has been (and contiunes to be) on concert and stage opportunities (and for much of this time, until recently, a busy Music Therapy related schedule). This Summer, however, was different. Fridays in St Michaels, and Saturdays in Lewes with Shore Jazz - Sundays in Easton for solo Jazz Brunch, and roughly one (week)night a week on the cruise ship. Now, with the last cruise show this past Wednesday, the season is (essentially) closed. Remember (if you have kept up with this blog) Courtney and the piano scarf (see 8/6 post)? I was presented with the scarf this week after the season's last performance (for me). One upside of the schedule change is the opportunity to again attend the Sunday morning worship service at my church. Very happy to be back (in the pew, as a civilian) this morning. Very moving actually. Still much to do, and grateful for all the opportunities.