Chaos, Stephen Foster and Me

Hello my friends, what a week! You?

I have such good things in the works for April Eight – everything is coming together, as they say. I can’t wait to be able to share it all with you over the next few months as each piece falls into alignment. It is even better than I had imagined. Isn’t that cool?

Still, as my thoughtful friend Greg reminded me a few years ago, “Transitions are messy.” In other words, while everything is sorting itself out, it cannot also stay organized. That seems obvious, but for those of us who aren’t chaos theory experts, it can feel like, um, chaos, even when that exact chaos is creating what we want.

Whenever I get a bit overwhelmed, I try to find some time in my schedule for a long walk. Outside in Nature walking is the fastest track to peace of mind for me.

Stephen Foster, the brilliant but possibly derelict songwriter from times-gone-by, sits in a beautiful park near my house by the mighty Ohio River in Cincinnati. When I am feeling that inner-riotous cacophony of swirling creative ideas, worries, enthusiasm and to-dos, Β I wander up there and chat with this masterful musician about my writings, song ideas, and wonderings about truth and beauty. He is a good listener.

I always come home with inspiration. Thank you, Stephen.

Watch for the next April Eight Songs and Stories Podcast on Tuesday, September 20th. Have you heard the first story of Season II yet? Under the Great Willow Tree is waiting just for you and your favorite littles. Or maybe just for you πŸ˜‰

Here is a little of Stephen Foster’s Oh Susanna!

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