Tonight showcased some absolutely beautiful spirits at Pie, Piano, and Poetry–Minneapolis Chapter (pan). I drove up to the city after a long 4/20 day at school and a longer night previous filling out paperwork. Tired was not an adequate description to my state upon parking my car. But after some laughter, hugs, coconut cream, key lime, quotidian icons, emotional presence, homemade butterflies, fresh songs, fresh tries, and heart to heart discussion-confession, I drove home with lots of popping in my mind.
I can’t remember all the thoughts I had, but here are a few:
You gave my songs life again.
Privacy is special.
Satisfaction is enough.
Waiting to speak brings soft words. Marinate in silence.
I want your songs to have life again.
I want you to have life.
How shall we stop-animate?
Porches. Porches. Porches.
Mandolins. Guitars. Dueling keyboards.
Tambourine.
Don’t be frustrated with yourself. Accept yourself. Accept your work. Accept your heart. Accept your creative voice. Listen.
Be gentle. Be gentile. Be honest.
No rush.
Naphtalia 
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