How do I begin to explain how my life has changed over the last week?? Let’s start with how my prayer life has blossomed. As I mentioned in my post last week, over the course of December I began to have

Hey there Steemians! My holiday was extra busy — how about yours? This is about the first time I’ve had to sit down and trawl through my feed in weeks.... maybe since Thanksgiving. So what have I been

Merry Christmas! 🎄🥰 Here is a beautiful carol from Brittany (the region of northern France and moden-day Normandy), that I learned some years ago by ear from the Chieftain’s “A Celtic Wedding” album.

Available for purchase at As I mentioned in my previous post, this holiday season is going by SO FAST. 😳 Between all the baking, reading up on the healing musician texts for use in my music ministry,

The holidays are rushing by quicker than I can really fathom right now, but this week I finally get the privilege of posting about the generosity of my homesteading friend @papa-pepper. 🙂 A few months

Con Cassidy’s + Daniel Collins’ Father’s Jig on my Celtic Sweetone. 🎶 These were two of the earliest jigs I learned, thanks to my grandmother’s support of my Irish music habit. She saw in the newspaper

On Saturday I attended an SCA (Society for Creative Anachronism) Yule event, and performed this pretty 15th century Christmas hymn for bardic. Alas, no videos were taken of my performance there, however,

Both are 4x6 inches, and done in a combination of watercolor, ink, and pencil. Enjoy! 🙂 (Mirrored on Weku)

(Mirrored on Weku)

Hey Steemit! How are you? I dropped off the radar this week, but I have been music-busy and am very excited about a new chapter: This book (by Stella Benson) is a textbook in the Clinical Musicianship

What if this whole “make friends” business we push on our kids is BS? I know for many, it perpetuates this idea that we have to ‘make’ people like us, ‘earn’ their love, and for me, personally, (especially

BRRRR! 😶❄️🌬 It was a VERY cold morning here on the farmstead. And yet, a couple of my antique apple trees still carry their fruit! It amazes me. Please enjoy my interpretation of this fun jig, the “Apples

I feel so renegade. I concealed carried a weapon of musical destruction today... and wanted to pull it out in church amongst unsuspecting worshippers.... (hey, they picked a bunch of songs written in ‘jig’

I recently took my youngest out for a stroll. He is 18 months old, and in the hustle and bustle of appointments, checkups, playdates, and general LIFE with a 4 year old, Little Brother doesn’t often get

The weather cleared up today, even if we are still facing very high winds here. I stand at my kitchen sink and look out the window onto my front yard; the leaves skitter across the damp grass and create

For a while now I’ve been oogling the tinwhistle “belt holsters” I occasionally see on Etsy, marketed toward the Ren faire and SCA (Society for Creative Anachronism) crowd of which I am a part. The Irish

Autumn is in full swing here, and today the winds arrived with much rain and storm. I keep intending to film and record another video, but the weather keeps delaying me. It’s alright. As the season falls

I built myself a tomb of stone, A sepulchur devoid of life And in it I hid afraid, alone, Mistrusting, prey to worry and strife. Hardship blocked the only door, The promise of pain too great for me; I

Autumn calls, To the plaintive tune Of ancient music, Stepping quietly over forest ground Dropping leaves in a haze of gold Around her feet. I listen to her sing Songs Of death, Of rebirth, From a silent

I am really enjoying digging through my old poetry site. It gives me an amazing perspective on not just where I was, emotionally and spiritually at the time, but also just how far I’ve come in the years