S.K. Waller's Blog, page 7
July 18, 2016
Sacred Spaces Within
We musicians have a special relationship with our instruments. We fall in love with them, often name them and sometimes refer to them with either male or female pronouns. When I got my very first guitar, a little $14 6-string that my dad brought home to me as a surprise for my 14th birthday, I […]
July 17, 2016
Stick a Fork in Me, I’m Done.
Before Facebook, I composed symphonies and operas. I carried on a large correspondence via the post, I gardened, I decorated, I kept extensive journals, I went places, people came to my house, and I didn’t feel the compulsion to show people what I was eating. I wasn’t too concerned with people’s grammar because we SPOKE, which made […]
July 6, 2016
All the Time in the World
I performed a little time travel while in the shower this morning and, actually, what better place? Water activates both the imagination and the subconscious like nothing else that I’ve ever found. While washing my hair I thought, what if it were normal for us to live to the age of 200? How would I […]
July 1, 2016
Modern Minstrelsy
When friend and musician Wade Johnson visited me last week, we had an hour or so to play some of our songs for each other. As I said in an earlier post, I’ve missed this kind of fellowship the past couple of decades, and I intend to attract more of it into my life. Wade’s songs […]
June 25, 2016
When You Were Born
Lynette, On June 26, 1960, you came into this world. It was the beginning of one of the most puzzling, exciting, and challenging decades in recent memory and, while U.S. President Dwight D. Eisenhower represented all that seemed good and stable about “life as usual” following WWII, a mere five months later he’d be replaced by the […]
June 22, 2016
Membranophone Metamophosis
For those of you who read my posts in Facebook, this will be yesterday’s news so I grant you leave to back out right now. But for those of you who aren’t on Facebook, I just have to share what happened yesterday. Actually, I have to go back a couple of weeks. No, let’s go […]
June 13, 2016
People’s Parties
It’s said that the skill in attending a party is knowing when to leave. I’ve never been very good at that. I always arrive as close to time as I dare and I’m usually the last to leave. I just don’t want the fun to be over, you see. I don’t see any merit in leaving […]
June 1, 2016
Let the White Sands of the Long Journey Blow Around Me
Let’s just say it. Writing a fiction is cookies and milk compared to writing an autobiography. It’s freaking hard. I don’t mean it’s hard as a form, although it can be, or even that remembering a lifetime of people and events is hard, although it certainly is, especially at my age. What I mean is […]
May 20, 2016
The Wordsmith’s Forge
Think “blacksmith” and you’ll probably get an image in your mind of a burly man in a black apron hammering a fiery piece of metal on an anvil. Now think “wordsmith.” What do you see? An image may be harder to find, or you may see nothing at all. It’s all right. This isn’t a […]
May 18, 2016
Some Private Room in the Heart
Until fairly recently I never gave any thought to what inspires me to create. It’s a drive, an instinct that I’ve taken for granted over the years. It was always there, always prompting me, always gnawing away at me. For a long time, though, it went away. For years nothing inspired me and nothing I […]
