Today - finally - snow is falling in the Berkshires. Sure, we had that freak blizzard in October and there has been a dusting once or twice since then, but nothing of significance. Today, however, large thin wafers are floating everywhere with a quiet grace. Snow carries with it a silence that is healing to me.
Tonight ~ in solidarity with the quiet snow ~ we'll play a jazz gig at Patrick's Pub that will mix contemporary and classic jazz with some funk and blues surprises. One of the songs that has been going through my head of late ~ and really resonates with this day ~ is the sweet Nora Jones' tune: "Come Away with Me." Tender, bluesy, spare and oh so sensual. That is what the snow this morning feels like: an invitation to drift slowly away for a time...
WHEN LOVE COMES TO TOWN: REFLECTIONS ON TENDERNESS IN A CHAOTIC CULTURE
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