On these pages : music, ideas, images and even recipes that I hope you find interesting and useful. Feel free to let me know what you think. BethBeth Cahill is a musical raconteuse with quirky tales to tell. She has found her own, true voice – it can be intimate, explosive, soothing or even forlorn. Her style rises from the broad roots of a cultural tree that spreads its leafy branches high above her Illinois Celtic-ness. It leans casually up against an Americana-esque array of blues, jazz and other traditional influences to come to gracefully rest alongside the river that flows past her Québec home. Music, food and family are her daily bread. This fortunate combination leads to some delectable, ear-fattening delights that are – perhaps amazingly in this modern world – good for you!
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Peace, love and rhubarb cobbler
Musings on Penelope
The prompt is pillow Another rosy fingered dawn, Barefoot again on the manicured lawn She holds it down, always where she’s supposed to be Perfectly cast in his Odyssey CH. She pours her heart out searching for who she used to be Head never touches a pillow Every night, every thread unraveled, unraveled All part […]
Some more recent RealWomenRealSongs – The prompt was Closet
Just a bit of context…The prompt that week was closet. Western Canada and Northern Ontario were burning. The sun was red as it sets in in Quebec from the wild fire haze. I was also reading The Overstory by Richard Powers, an achingly beautiful novel about trees.
Red Cedar
Cloud of smoke, flash of water
Red cedar falls deep in the forest
Cloud of smoke, flash of water
Red cedar falls deep in the forest
Overstory sways to the wind – Fifteen hundred years of listening
Low frequency sacred whispering
Cloud of smoke, flash of water
Red cedar falls deep in the forest
Cloud of smoke, flash of water
Red cedar falls verse or chorus
Dark green river traced to its source – Cinnamon red unreserved remorse
Squamish grey sky touch the canopy
Lost to the ages …
Cloud of smoke, flash of water …
