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it’s not…

that i haven’t been thinking of you.  i think of you nearly every day, in fact.  it’s just that i’m slightly organizationally challenged of late.  okay, maybe in general.  or at least sporadically.  i’d blame it on the stars, but i like stars.  it’s not that i don’t have anything to say to you either…it’s more a matter of getting the correct synapses to fire to get the muscles in my hand to type the words out.   if i could just download an app to transfer my random thoughts directly to this blog, i’d be entertaining on a much more regular basis….but it would need a good intuitive editing function, or i’d probably also be slightly scary on a much more regular basis too.  hmm.
it’s funny how much i think of you, actually.  i’m not even sure precisely who you are.  i have a vague, amorphous, and sometimes fleetingly specific idea who various aspects of you are – at least when you write me or comment on these random thoughts, which i do find titillating – but otherwise i tend to think of you as a friend and confidant.  this may be naïve of me, but that’s okay…i think maintaining a healthy sense of innocence and wonder, whether they’re founded or not, is a good thing.  it keeps me going, and gives me something to write about.  when i give in to cynicism, i become more of a critic than a poet, and being a poet is much more fun.  besides, how many critics do you remember from a hundred or a thousand years ago?  i can’t think of one.  but i can sure think of some poets – Emerson, Sappho, Kabir, Whitman, Rumi, Rilke, Tagore, Wordsworth, Thoreau, to name a few – and i’m glad they did what they did.  they keep me going, too.  oh, please do tickle me and click those links…i’ve just whiled away an hour picking out poems for you…
i once told a family member that i made music because music was what helped me most through the hardest times in my life, and that if i could be of service to anyone, perhaps i could write songs that might help someone through a hard time, or just bring a little beauty or inspiration or insight or ease to their journey.  they told me that music doesn’t have any redeeming social value and doesn’t help anyone – if i wanted to help someone, i should become a doctor.  they said i made music because i couldn’t help it.  well, that is true.  guilty as charged.  i can’t stop.  i have Restless Songwriting Syndrome, and i hope there is no cure.  i might still become a doctor one day (well, a naturopath more likely)…but i still think music helps people.  i personally couldn’t live without it.  well, i might inhabit a physical body, but my poor mind would certainly become utterly insane without those invisible loving vibrations keeping my molecules in their proper orbit…
more on the fascinating story of my sporadic nature…in a bit, ha ha…
and also more on what i’ve actually been DOING for the past six months (oh my) in a bit…you may have received little bits and blorps from my facebook page and twitter posts…but you do deserve more, and i will try not to keep you waiting.  i just returned from an amazing trip to the Ruby Mountains in Nevada – with a whole new song and a few other song bits in hand, hooray – and in other news, Auralei was featured this week on the Indie 3 Project, a cool site that introduces three new indie albums each month. 
but wait, there’s so much more…


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