When Winter turns to Spring

When Winter turns to Spring, I am reminded that Winter has its own brewing wisdom and power. As dark and as short as the days are in Winter, they make room for even more joy and more light to be seen when the timing is right. Spending the long weekend in Sedona, among the massive, almost otherworldly Canyon formations, I felt the Winter of my own life begin to awaken into a sort of Spring. I carved out space to listen, to be still, and to give whatever seeds were planted in the dark over to the light. I am excited for Spring, and the abundance it brings. But I am also so tapped into the sacredness and the lessons that Winter brings. The music that I am working on right now, was born out of my Winter, which inevitably turned to Spring. I can't wait to share.

I will be recording an EP with Jon Seale and Russell Durham at Mason Jar Music in Brooklyn <3

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My Mandolin's

 

I began writing my first songs on a mandolin, after my father gave me one for Christmas on my 19th year. I think the mandolin is one of the most beautiful instruments. I remember when I was 17, I saw Nickel Creek perform in Sandpoint, Idaho at their yearly summer festival. There was an abundance of wine, picnic blankets and music under the stars. I was in awe of mandolin virtuoso Chris Thile, how he so effortlessly entertained and gracefully expressed. I had been singing for years, but didn't have a secondary instrument to write my music on. The mandolin seemed to fall into my lap at the most perfect time. Progressive folk music has catapulted me into a passion that I can never shake. I don't want to. It's here to stay. Years later, my dear friend and incredible songwriter/musician Anna Tivel, gave me this beauty here. The octave mandolin gave me more freedom to express and a wider range of tone. I now spend my weeks listening to Prairie Home Companion, nerding out over all things folk and bluegrass, and I'm deeply grateful for my mandolins. Both the big one and my original. 🎶

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