Archive for the ‘house’ Category
My moma says I was five years old when I sleepwalked to my Aunt Corrine and Uncle Teachey’s house next door. I have flashes of that dream walk, like when I knocked on the door and she put me to bed. My mom added deadbolt locks to our door because of it. I now specialize in changing the locks.
Ten years later, Aunt Corrine started walking over to our house sometimes 10 times a day! She called her sister’s name- my Grandma Ellen and other times she’d be wearing her slip outside her dress. She had Alzheimer’s, but could still teach me to play a little piano melody.
In her backyard was a pear tree, apple tree and peach tree. One day she was just standing around the peach tree humming a song, “The Tennessee Waltz” and then started prancing around to show me how it was danced. I said to myself, “Now how could she remember all that but didn’t know who I was?!”
Music. It’s the very thing that’s embedded in our memories sometimes forever, when one can’t even remember their own name. How powerful is that. Aunt Corrine could sing church hymns back and forth and play them on her organ when she could barely remember if she had eaten that day.
Music. It is taken for granted at times. Sometimes we don’t even realize how much it gets us over.
Music. I am committed to creating music that will impact people in a powerful way for the good of everything.
Be a part of this with me.
“The dream is the truth.”- Zora Neale Hurston
I’m always looking for a sign. Weeks ago I went to court to handle some business affairs. I went to the bathroom and asked the spirit to give me a clear sign about an important decision to be made, “Make it plain God, write it on the wall,” I said. Well after filling out the paper work and going to the clerk, I handed her cash, and the darn lights went out. Registers went down, and there was not a thing to do but go home in the storm that had taken over the county. That was that.
Today I fell down the stairs. I laugh now, but it wasn’t funny then. I immediately started looking around for the thing that I was supposed to see because truly this was a sign that I needed to do something! I went looking around the house for the thing to do. Ha. Yup, that was it. Wake up Tami and watch your step. Super simple.
Not everything is a sign. There are many lessons though. But sometimes a little fall is just a little fall. It doesn’t mean “stop”. It doesn’t mean “look”. Sometimes it is just a little fall.
Balance. It’s gone. So jumping back into life after a slow-down period (snow storm) is really hard. The bounce is just not there. My ball is flat. I realize that I never really do time-outs. I worked over the “snow” break.
How many balls can one juggle when you only have two hands? I have recently (last two years) realized that some things have got to give. Better yet, there are some things I have to let go, but lately that is hard when it comes to being an independent artist and having a family and side job.
Tonight I have a gig at the Warehouse Loft in DC, and I am so excited about this. One- I will be singing. Two-it’s time to celebrate and this is the perfect place because of the people and energy. What can I say? Its house! Three- I am about to get some experience- Chicago style with Silk Hurley.
So my worries actually just went out the door. This is what the anticipation of a good house party will do.
Yes, I am tired. Yes, I have a million and one things to do and yes, I have to prepare for this hustle and bustle, but I am looking forward to this “freeing” tonight and tomorrow with Bare Voices, and Sunday and band rehearsals and more gigs.
Loving what you do out-ways any worry.