Recording the mothersongs

Oh my oh my oh my well 7 songs and $120 later, I have officially begun this recording project that I have wished for for sooo long now. I see how it was not time, and how this project is going to allow me to find my own voice even more, and how now I am able to trust those songs that keep coming to me even more, and I am able to trust myself to sing them and record them, the funky pagan goddess songs . . . come to think of it, I don't know of any singersongwriters doing this particular kind of thing, and I don't wanna be like them anyway. It's gonna be stupendous and mothery and amazingly textured like sitting on the beach in the night hearing the call of the loon in the distance and watching the big ass moon rise. I am giddy for the first time in ages, actually excited and alive, and between my 5:00 rehearsal and my 7:00 recording session, I sat down and had a beer and listened to my friend Bill Isles play a song or two and I even forgot to eat dinner (haven't missed a meal since I got prego) which now that I think abou tit, I am one happy camper when all I do is sing and make music for 4 hours in the evening. Tonight as I was brushing my teeth I realized again that yes, music is one of those things I could lose myself doing, and why I wonder have I not devoted my life more fully to it? Well, because life is not just about music, (but then life isn't just about fucking relationships either and I have spent enough time and energy on those to last me many lifetimes) and I also remind myself that writing is one of those things I can lose myself in as well. Don't they say to do the thing you would do for free . . . whatever that saying is. Anyway, Heidi had a great renaissance this evening and all y'all should be cheering for me, and I think the depression is lifting a bit, the fish oil and exercise must be helping. Peace