Music is Medicine

IMG_4829Well it took a lot of napping and couchtime to build enough reserves to rock it on Friday night, but I’m told I pulled it off! I sing my heart out and savor every minute with the band and the audience. There were moments I felt short of breath, but for the most part I felt like my voice was strong, and most importantly we just had a blast. IMG_4828.JPGOld me would have loved downloading with the band, but faint me had to dash out right after the show. But was so revved up that even after a quiet couch hang with my Exeter girls (huge shout out to Katherine Post Calvert who when told she would be delayed in Austin asked to be detoured overnight to SF to come crash the gala!!!!!! Thank you Katherine!!!) I still couldn’t fall asleep. Today I finally paid the tired price and had a 12hr sleep and barely got out of pajamas. But that said it is just the best medicine I know. You probably get sick of me repeating that, but I can’t tell you how much I feel like my soul was set free in being able to sing with this band. IT has unleashed creativity, it forces me into the moment, and I swear it tingles through  every cell. That is the magic and the medicine.

Today I was the lip balm and cookie making Mom in between rests. And yet in the morning I was so couch bound that I had to disappoint Will over his lax game. Cancer doesn’t respect real life even though it keeps chugging along. I’m racing through The Gene by the same author as Emperor of all Maladies. Totally fascinating. Also a mellow lovely escape one called The Silent Traveller in San Francisco by a Chinese writer who first visited when the fg Bridge was still new.

C and i are stealing a getaway to Napa as some dear friends have shared their guest house. A big help with our scheduling uncertainty, and even without wine it will be fun to experience that part of the Bay Area in spring. I am reminded so often that while I have eternal wanderlust that some of the world’s prime destinations are in our backyard.

Check Instagram and for pics later in week and I will try to get some videos up from the show.

A few quotes to kick off your week from  A Network for Grateful Living

Nothing in life is to be feared, it is only to be understood. Now is the time to understand more, so that we may fear less.


For many years, at great cost, I traveled through many countries, saw the high mountains, the oceans. The only things I did not see were the sparkling dewdrops in the grass just outside my door.


We must not, in trying to think about how we can make a big difference, ignore the small daily difference we can make which, over time, add up to big differences that we often cannot foresee.



3 thoughts on “Music is Medicine

  1. Kerry,
    I wrote this years ago – inspired by the architectural concept of desire lines, a friend’s illness and a path in Golden Gate Park. I hope you enjoy:

    The Desire Line

    I crossed, cutting up sidelong
    toward the wooded hummock-ribs of the park,
    eucalyptus and low-flying ivy were wet in winter’s early robes.
    No one created this path
    but everyone
    No one thought it would be here
    but in everyone’s
    No one knew where to walk
    until everyone
    in their thousand step falls,
    made it theirs.

    It was in everyone’s eye.
    You don’t mind the narrow dirt ribbon,
    the grass peeling away,
    long blades bending as if to say:
    Here, here is where you are most welcome to pass.
    You barely pay attention.
    It’s just easy.
    Easier than noticing.

    I returned the same way,
    I did it twice a day for years.
    Then one day my neck gave me some trouble.
    The week after my arm.
    A year ago it was my hip,
    and now it’s my feet.

    All the quickness that defined me
    has abandoned me.
    All that was fleet and sure
    is now pacing itself,
    as if it were trying to win a race
    by deception and stratagem
    rather than cocky, brawny, stubborn speed.

    I imagine a life was once set out for me,
    petroglyphs collected in cool caves,
    symbols indicating motion,
    location, actors and timing.
    A game plan,
    a map,
    a vision.

    But look! I’ve walked somewhere else,
    I’ve mounted the small rise,
    turned and seen the desire line,
    and nearby, asphalt paths, shiny in the rain,
    seem not to mind their function unmade.

    My life then,
    like that miniature road I helped make,
    casual in its demeanor,
    wearing away, bit by bit,
    will reveal
    me, my desire, and
    a line I’ll recognize gradually,
    so that when it becomes clear,
    I’ll have known it all these years.
    It won’t be a big surprise.
    — Kristine Zeigler


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