Back At The Keys
For any of you not hip to the details of my daily life, it may seem a bit like I’ve dropped off the face of the planet. Beginning in summer of 2008, I started a new career as a stay-at-home dad for our incredible son. And now, two years later, I am looking back at a sweet, rich time of new adventures, seasons of sleeplessness, wonderful new pages in our family’s life together—a lot of great things I wouldn’t trade for anything, and very little performing or writing.
This February we embarked on another new adventure as a family. Travel nursing. We are tracing an itinerant path all over the country, exploring new locales as my wife jumps into short-term nursing positions. Which brings us here to Crescent City, California, a land of mysterious morning fog, summer days with highs in the upper 60′s, cows grazing a few hundred yards from the rocky pacific shoreline, and, for this man, a window back into a musical life.
I am grateful for these last two months—wonderful neighbors, peaceful cul-de-sac living, slow driving, a sky so full of stars you’d think it was cookies-and-cream ice cream, and, perhaps most of all, our time and our new friends at Cornerstone Church. What a warm welcome we have found, and what a gift it has been to sit at a piano once again, jamming with the band on Sunday mornings and enjoying practice time at my (occasional) leisure. Really looking forward to sharing more of my music with everyone here in a concert in September, before we wend our way on to the next port of call.
Thanks, Crescent City. Especially YOU, Cornerstone. All of you.
Cheers,
B
