A Life lived in the Desert SouthWest
|Posted by Nancy Elliott on August 27, 2020 at 8:00 PM||comments (0)|
I don’t hate. I don’t hate any person or thing. Well, I take that back. I hate shredded coconut, hate it so much that the thought of it makes me gag. Hate it in or on anything in any manner. Coconut might as well be a giant hairball in my mouth. That is pretty funny, but, really, to hate anything requires a measure of ungracefulness.
I do, however, get concerned ...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Nancy Elliott on July 24, 2020 at 11:10 PM||comments (0)|
In 2006 a friend brought me a shoe box overflowing with letters. They were letters home from a much admired Uncle she did not remember getting to meet. Her family said she had met Rick, but she didn’t remember because he was sent to war when she was still a toddler and, he did not come home. She only knew him from his letters home and family stories.
It was a huge affair when a letter came f...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Nancy Elliott on April 29, 2020 at 12:15 PM||comments (3)|
It seems there is an even heavier push to blend in with the crowd than when I was growing up. To look a certain way, to have a certain body type and if you don’t, you just do not belong. To have this job, or own this house, to be popular. To be THIS is the ultimate! No! Wait! Be THIS. Do THIS. Think THIS. No, Wait! Do THIS! Think THIS or You D...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Nancy Elliott on April 23, 2020 at 10:35 AM||comments (2)|
"What Are You Thinking?" he asked.
Angles of light, color, hue an depth. A shadow, thin as spider’s silk, hangs over the orange of mallow petal, barely seen, maybe only percieved, but part of the texture and tapestry before me. Entrancing to distraction.
While on a second date, desert picnic during a long, languishi...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Nancy Elliott on April 15, 2020 at 11:40 AM||comments (2)|
It's the topic of discussion around the world. The sneak attack by a lethal, invisible monster who slammed our lives into the dashboard, broke and bloodied our noses, erased our warm fuzzy feelings of safety and security and kills indiscriminately. This thing which has forced us to take cover, spend time alone, a lot of time alone, and discover what matters most in life. This "beast" which has forced us to look at our selves and our lives a...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Nancy Elliott on April 8, 2020 at 12:15 PM||comments (2)|
The Voice in the Desert
Searching through the desert, there is something I must find
I know You ...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Nancy Elliott on February 23, 2019 at 8:50 PM||comments (1)|
February 23, 2019
Has it really been September since I last made an entry?
There is so much to catch up on.
Tall Tree kept me very busy for the last few months and I am not sure things have slowed down much at all yet. The mailing out to DJR...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Nancy Elliott on September 4, 2018 at 11:40 AM||comments (0)|
September 4, 2018
It is not easy to create an album. But then, it is.
Songwriting, essay writing, writing poetry and writing my Spiritual Legacy is something I must do. I must to write to sort out my world. I have to be honest on the page, true to my self, or you the listener, the reader, will see right through the whole mess.
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|Posted by Nancy Elliott on August 20, 2018 at 11:35 AM||comments (0)|
August 20, 2018 Monday
I write to explore. To learn who I am today, right now, who I am becoming and what my world is made of. To stay in my journey and find my direction in my journey, I have to write. I write to understand an experience, to lay it out on the paper, all blood, bones and guts, stir it around, re-arrange it again and see if it goes back together. And if it does, are they any extra parts leftover and what does that mean? I write to pare my mind down to the rea...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Nancy Elliott on July 11, 2018 at 11:30 AM||comments (0)|
July 11, 2018
There was another start on a new album in 2016. I went to a nice studio in Phoenix, one used by a friend and which is an award winner. But, I had, and still have, a sound I am looking for, and although we recorded a few tracks, I was not able to make my self understood as to what that sound actually is. Surely, and without a doubt, that was my problem. I did not have the words, could not find the descriptors, didn't know the vernacular, in order to be unders...Read Full Post »