Homeward:
Sometimes I wonder if the last day of tour is really leaving home. I’ve found myself settling so nicely into my backpack of clothes and knitting and books. I’ve discovered my hands know frets and pedals much better than housework and how to create harmonies better than harmonious homes. I dread going back to being house “mom”. Here, I have laughed and created and felt peace, as well as that gnawing anxiety that plagues musicians without guarantees.
I have spent more time with good friends than I have in a while, and my heart is sweetly exhausted from all the listening I have done. My friends are beautiful in their own rights. They are quirky and hard and lovable.
We’ve played backyards and living rooms and kitchens and we have seen such a great evidence of God. We have been back to our family for a visit, and met the new additions and second cousins in the process. We’re so blessed.
