The Foggy Dew

Last night after an exhausting week at work, I went to church and ended up hearing a message on sex. Well not really hearing...but drifting in and out of...(you know it's been a long week when you can't even stay awake for your pastor talking about sex). I'll probably write more about this later.

But I was awake last night to receive a very generous and early christmas present from a friend who works at Folkway: A box set of Woody Guthrie, discs of Pete Seeger, Cisco Houston, Sonny Terry, and Classic Mountain Songs! The time from when I received them to actually coming home and then trying to play them in my ancient CD player was almost agony because I was so excited to hear them. And although it was definitely good times meeting some of the people visiting from CHBC, I decided to make a mental note to not try and meet new people again when my brain's limit before going into la la land is midnight. Ironically we ended up talking about how it takes humility to put boundaries and limits on your schedule as people were yawning :-).

After leaving Denny's at around 1:30 or 2 a.m., I ran upstairs, put my hair in pig tails for bed....and tried unsuccessfully in my half asleep state to make my CD player play the woody gutherie cd. This is when I start talking to inanimate objects and actually entertain thoughts that they might listen to me...so much too long after my one-sided conversation and short of lighting candles and chanting around the old dingbat technology, I put in Pete Seeger hoping he would play....and oh was it was worth the wait to hear him sing the first mesmerizing tune, Banks of the Ohio...

Given the wanderlust I've been feeling lately...it was good to get away....and walk in my mind to the ingenuous, dusty backroads of another time. I fell asleep late into hours between night and day...thinking about "the foggy foggy dew"...and all its' mysteries.