too much

Not that there is too much happening;
it's just that there is too much to write.

And, what is too personal?
But, in years to come, any information will be of interest (at least to me,) and will carry messages that are more valuable than I can know from this vantage point.

..like the old lyric says:

"And I see
that I can't see
rooted where I stand.

Reaching out my hand
'cross the sea,
reaching out my hand 'cross the sea."

When I wrote that, in 1972, I was referring to the Atlantic ocean, separating me (in England) from my family and friends back in the USA. But, in the current case, it is the sea of time, and I am reaching out into the future.

My cell phone was taken from my desk yesterday.

Therapy yesterday, too - a very good session:
intimacy/commitment issues and entanglements.

This month, I've been having the students listen to Shed A Little Light, by James Taylor, in honor of MLK. They now ask for it - an amazing work, it is!
I've also been having the younger students learn Hey, Dr. Martin Luther King by Brad (Stoller.) It, too, is a great song.

Three private piano students at GNAC this afternoon;
two young children and an adult. I bought an age appropriate beginner's book for the adult.
I hope she likes it.

Recording tonight:
I have a piano part for Open Your Eyes.
I think it will work.
Also, we need to remix, or re-record, Brad's gorgeous acoustic guitar part.
...maybe some organ.
Geoff and Annie will come by to offer some feedback.
I want to play all the stuff for Geoff. And, Annie has heard it all.
Maybe afterwards we'll get a bite.