Gratitude swept over me as I walked out to the beach after my gig in Rehoboth a few nights ago. I've been gigging in the Rehoboth Beach, DE area for the last 20 years or so. Before that, having grown up in Southern New Jersey, I spent many a post (and sometimes pre)-gig moment with the Jersey Shore in similar view.  I've always loved to do this, whether before or after a gig, though usually after (as I seldom seem to be able to show up early enough to have discretionary time). The photo above was taken a few days later on a daytime beach walk, with equal gratitude. After living in the Chestertown, MD area for the last 3 decades or so, I recently moved down to the area of Lewes/Rehoboth Beach, DE. And although I've not lived in this area before, there is a bit of a feeling of arriving home. Or, at least, to where I'm supposed to be.

This year 2026 is positioned to be one of change; not from resolution, but from realization and response. A story, impactful to me, has been playing out in my life over the last couple of years. As with any story, it is hard to tell it while it is still in progress, and this one may still have a way to go. So forgive me for not laying it all out here. The point of this post is not cause, but effect; particularly when one recognizes that our circumstances are always tethered to a bigger picture than whatever limited version (or analysis) of the story may be playing out in our heads. I have often described my last couple of years as if riding a wave. And I've allowed that wave to take me (from a trusting place) where it wants (is being directed) to go. In much the same way it seems, on a micro level, I've learned to allow the musical space to take me where it wants to go. And so it occurs to me now that when we are in the trusting places (before God) and are being taken where we are supposed to be, we can call that home   :)