Archives for September 2021

Well, darlings The New Normal has been a hit! I have so loved seeing you all in your pandemic pageantry that I just had to share a few more pics that didn’t make it into the video. Like the one above of Maestro André Rieu baking up a storm! I’ve got one or two others that I’m saving for my next newsletter, so if you’re not signed up for my mailing list now might be a good time to drop me a line HERE with your email address.

And while we’re on the subject…were you able to name all the people who made appearances? If not, here’s a little cheat sheet of all the wonderful people who contributed their photos…

Whew! That’s quite the impressive list! if we’ve left anyone off be sure and let us know so we can add them. In the meantime, I’ll be back in October with new Buried Treasure and a few delicious announcements.

With love & Music,

Amanda

And now for something completely different!

Last week I just had to post a most beautiful rendition of a brilliant age-old standard, “SEPTEMBER SONG” performed by my beloved honey, George Ball.

Today I am sharing with you something hot off the musical presses…a song so new it has yet to be performed except by me in my bathroom, and in this recording…a silly song of no great import, but one that was fun to write and hopefully to listen to.

I wrote this with my dear songwriting pal David Friedman , who asked me via e-mail one day if I was READY to go back out into the WORLD…into this NEW NORMAL.

Both of us quailed at the thought. And then we decided to write a song about our quailings. And here it is…THE NEW NORMAL.

And THANK YOU to all my beloved pals who contributed their photos of how they have been coping  during this New Normal.

 MORNING ABLUTION

 I start the day
with poetry
I start the day
with prayer
the simple act
of believing
that something
beautiful
simple
powerful
ephemeral
is out there
willing to
come here
to my morning
heart
my pre-caffeinated
veins

A request for
peace
a receiving of
wisdom
from some other
soul
who sat at a
table
under a
tree
in a
cell

And breathed his
soul’s breath
her heart’s
dew
into the forever
air

In the sublime act of
faith
that someone
will read
will hear
will respond
will receive
will start the day
with poetry
or prayer

With Love & Music,

Amanda