For the past 10 years, I have been catching up with the demands of life. A separation after my daughter was born was the single most difficult time in my life. Raising two children on my own was NOT easy. But I did it. Buying a home that I thought just needed fresh paint and carpet pulled up turned into a nightmare. I had to rip down every plaster wall, pull up floors, insulate, drywall, mud, sand, all by myself as I had no budget to speak of to hire anyone to do the work – and I only had every other weekend to work on it – with a 1 year old and a 3 year old at the time. Well, they are older, and I am finishing up the house, and now I have time. Time to reflect and think about all that has happened, and to see that it is time for me to write and sing again. I have so much material built up inside, I didn’t even know it. I was very aware during ‘the dark’ time in my life, that I didn’t want to write. I didn’t want to write about dark – as I was living in dark. I wanted light. But I had no light to write or sing about. What I do know, is that out of darkness, comes light. Now that I can sing about. The new songs that I am writing, are a reflection of my journey, and all that is inside. All my questions, all my thoughts. And it really is true, out of darkness, comes light. And the music I am making right now, is my light.
I dream of being on the road, instead I bare the mother load. I really do, one is 9 and three-quaters the other 7 and one-half. They have taught me love. I would not have learned that otherwise. This is me, making our house our ‘home’. The fellow in the background is kindly teaching me how to mud my bedroom.
