A few nights ago Sam and I attended an ultimately uplifting gathering of musicians, poets, sculptors and visual artists hosted by Jenny Keith and Chris Ciatti. I say “ultimately” because, yes, most, if not all, of us there are having trouble sleeping, believing our eyes and ears, and generally getting on with things. (There’s even a lot of self-censoring going on as I try to write this.) We heard of the difficulty of waking from “Benadryl Dreams,” of the on-going and disorientating decomposition of our country. We sang an Italian song which was sung from balconies during lockdown. Visual artists shared recent projects like “The Existential Dread Catcher,” similar to the Native American dreamcatcher, which you can get in multiple sizes and forms – why not get one for every room of the house just to be safe? Yes, please.
But it’s the fact of coming together, of singing and reading to and for each other. We listened to and appreciated each others’ efforts and creations. How revolutionary that feels right now. Jesus.
We saw several friends we haven’t seen in years. Jenny and Chris, as always, were the best hosts. THAT cake was there, I think, made by Jenny herself. It really did come out very well! I will remember it fondly in the dark times when my home contains no chocolate. But seriously, I had started this thinking it was a simple, Thank You.
You guys ROCK. Keep rocking. And baking.
Thank you and thank you again. xxo
We were so engrossed, we forgot to take pictures!
Virginia Crawford 