Dance On

“In many shamanic societies, if you came to a medicine person complaining of being disheartened, dispirited, or depressed, they would ask one of four questions.
When did you stop dancing?
When did you stop singing?
When did you stop being enchanted by stories?
When did you stop finding comfort in the sweet territory of silence?”
~ Gabrielle Roth

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Things I’m Digging Right Now

*Any of Jimmy Fallon’s absurdly hilarious Thank You notes (*and, well, just anything of Jimmy’s—full stop, especially when he cracks himself up, which is pretty much always):

*First Aid Kit’s contribution to the WILD soundtrack:

*The fact that my most favorite performer ever—Langhorne Slim—is coming BACK to Seattle (& to my favorite venue here, AND just a few days before my birthday!)

*Breaking out of routine/comfort zones. For example, last night—on a random Thursday eve— I got to drive a snowmobile through the dark and serene woods of Eastern Washington! A bit scary at first, but overall….just so darn cool. What a (chilly) rush!

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*Rising with the sun for mountain views like THESE. Seriously, that light!! Today’s snow walk was brief, but I won’t soon forget it: traipsing across the magical, crunchy white stuff in a peaceful, still world, just beginning to stir. What a gift.

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Solo Mission Musica

A few weekends ago, I did something rather brave (for me, anyway). I went to a music festival alone about three-and-a-half hours from where I live. Sure, I’ve traveled abroad alone and moved abroad alone, but somehow this wee domestic venture felt like I’d passed a new milestone of sorts.

Anyone who knows me, has heard me rave about Pickathon, a magical, friendly, music-filled gathering in the Oregon woods. I went last year with two of my Seattle BFFs, and I was instantly SMITTEN. Wooded stages & barn venues dotted with twinkle lights, hay bales as seats, flowing wine & beer accompanied by tasty food (all local, of course), kind folks, a sea of tents under a calming canopy of green. Everything about it appealed to my inner kinda-hippie and my love of gooooooood soul-soothing tunes. It’s a sweaty, stinky, dusty affair with a little dose of over-the-top hippie-dippie and PDX hipster, and yet, I just love everything about it.

I’d waited a full year to return again; however, when the time came, I couldn’t find a single soul able and/or willing to join. Not a one. Womp wah. After some pleas, some long shots, some pity-partying and a good amount of fretting, I decided to suck it up and simply follow my gut. I wanted to go so badly, so why not go? Alas, I did (thanks to some gear borrowing and awesome cheerleading from some really special friends. I know SUCH good people here). I’m so glad I listened to those inner whispers. They didn’t steer me wrong.

Pine State Visit by Corinne Whiting

Pickathon canopy by Corinne Whiting

Pickathon sign by Corinne Whiting

Pickathon woods by Corinne Whiting

Food court by Corinne Whiting

Pickathon barn by Corinne Whiting

Shakey Graves by Corinne Whiting

In honor of incredible music, here are some great tunes to enjoy:

Finding Feel-Good

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This weather has me in ridiculously good spirits (I am LOVING it). As does a steady workflow (at last!), the arrival of a fun spring package from my mom (she’s just the best), the return of a few Seattle BFFs who had been out of town, an upcoming weekend beach trip and a brief preview of the incredible Blood Moon last night, before the cloud cover took over and obscured the show.

I just jogged along the sunny Burke-Gilman, accompanied by Langhorne and a couple dozen fellow runners/bikers; I think deliciously crisp air like this—52 degrees at present—makes for the perfect running weather, even when the abundance of blooming everything threatens to send seasonal allergies into overdrive. 

I’m so, truly sorry, friends buried in snow—AGAIN!—back east, but we’re going back to rain shortly if that makes you feel any better…For now, though, I am savoring every darn second of these bright, beauty-filled days.

I’m also a sucker for feel-good video clips, and here are two recent faves that just can’t be watched without feeling moved. The first flight one had me grinning from ear to ear. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did!

Lake Street Dive

Do y’all know these guys? You should. I mean, really, you should.

I have seen and continue to see quite a bit of live music, and I can honestly say that this show was one for the record books—a concert I’ll never forget (along with that first time Langhorne/Sean spellbound me in teeny-tiny Iota and that evening the Fleet Foxes unexpectedly awed us all into collective silence with their harmonizing perfection on the Black Cat’s smaller stage, just before word got out, and they launched off into super-stardom).

In the presence of such genius, engulfed in such a special scene, when it all just falls into place, when it all works—I feel so lucky to share the space with these amazing artists who have decided to share their talent with us. I mean, with us!

Last night, too, there was magic in the air in the dimly-lit, sold-out room of the Tractor Tavern, the majority of surrounding Ballard businesses pitch black due to wild winds that had earlier knocked down power lines around town. But in the Tractor, we had light. And we had community. And we had soul. And we came together under those dangling cowboy boots to hear a voice that seems to come from otherworldly greatness. I won’t soon forget it. Thanks, Lake Street Dive. You were really something.

Live Music Ecstasy

When really, really talented people happen to also be really darn good people, it renews my faith. In everything.photo-369 photo-367 photo-366 photo-365 photo-364

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You can have all the diamonds,
You can have all the gold
But someday you’re still gonna get old
You’ve got to learn to get happy, along the way.
Take some chances, allow yourself to get lost
You’re beautiful baby, you’re the boss.
You’ve got to learn to get happy, along the way
There’s no road to follow,
only stones left unturned
You must play with fire,
in order to get burned
Toss your misery, out the door
What are you waiting for?
You’ve got to learn to get a little happy, along the way
It’s alright to change your style, it’s alright to smile
It’s alright to get a little happy along the way
Tough day at the office,
and worse, not at home
Don’t wanna talk about it,
Just wanna be left alone
There’s no joy in living,
You’re giving all and getting none
It’s a new beginning,
you thought you lost, but honey you won.
You can have all the diamonds, all the gold
Someday we’re still gonna get old,
We’ve got to learn to get happy along the way

Get your hat
Get your coat, babe
Leave your worries on the doorstep
We’ve got to get a little happy along the way.

~”Diamonds and Gold,” Langhorne Slim

Class 201

“The first time someone shows you who they are, believe them.”

~Maya Angelou

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Some life lessons are really, really tough to relearn. But I suppose we have to (try to) appreciate that these shite little tutorials keep showing up until we finally GET it, right?

What great lessons have you been dealt recently?

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Here’s wishing us all sunny, fun weekends filled with the types of peeps who build us up.

p.s. I’m seeing Langhorne on Sunday!!

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