Not too Late

Hallelujah

I recorded this for Paul’s dad, Norm a couple of weeks ago. He requested a video, since I sang this at his wife Marion’s wake last March

Paul’s mother Mar surely loved music.

I felt a little vulnerable – this is the first time playing guitar and singing on my own. I am new at guitar and usually there are other musicians backing me up. Vulnerability feels appropriate, given the context.

I also feel good to finally have made the video. I promised it four months ago!

Norm has watched the video every day since I posted it. I wish I could have made it under different circumstances. He and Mar were married for over 50 years. Since his wife is now gone, this truly is an Isolation Song. 

A little challenge and the beginning of a new era. 

Peace and love!

Holly

August 11, 2021
Flagstaff, AZ

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I'm a rock-n-roller poet who left the Big Apple for the Big Sky Desert where I've been letting it be and grooving with universal love, singing to the gods, dancing with the muses and bicycling with dreamtime messengers. I like altering my reality through imagination, movement, breath, and makin' stuff.

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