Right now, things feel like emotional archeology. And that emotional archeology feels like noise, and not beautiful noise.

Like a strident undercurrent.

It’s feeling hard to make sense of the world.

As an artist, self doubt seems to come with the territory. Something to walk through to get to the other side.

Finding the words, the timbre, the tempo, and the music that keeps a message coherent and worth sharing is a minute by minute journey.

Right now, though, the world is feeling unmoored.

And my petty little self doubts are just that, petty.

I’m doing the things I know to do.

I’m looking for solid ground.

Maybe that is a practice, not a place.