September Song

When I was a kid, around 9 years old or so, I sang (on radio and stage) a song entitled "September Song" -- "Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December, But the days grow short when you reach September. When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame, One hasn't got time for the 'waiting game'." As a nine-year-old, I was sort of clueless about the song's message, but now I understand it perfectly. And where I lived then (Connecticut), the autumn weather and flaming leaves did come in September; here, in the south, not so. I'm winging it again :), but fortunately, I did think of a title for the post before I got it completed. Well, it's turning out to be a wild and crazy month … mostly good.

I re-recorded my song "Ode To Source" (at Songwriters Studio here in Knoxville) and the song's title has been changed to "The Source". One of the reasons is that William (the studio's talented owner and engineer), suggested the title change. I agreed because the new name is more attention-commanding (as is fitting for the song's vastly powerful topic). The mastered recording is up on my website's Song Page in the player box … please check it out. This song came to me as a healing vehicle following my July bout of depression; it came effortlessly, with lyrics, chord progressions, and melody all falling in together simultaneously. I think that maybe the song can help other people, too.

Dixie Lee had the needed surgery to fix an ongoing problem that was causing her a lot of discomfort and which had an unknown (discovered during the surgery) pocket of infection. She is again on antibiotics. The left side of the affected area has healed but the right side (which was the initial trouble spot) may need to be reopened and further treated in about a month. Meanwhile, though, her appetite has returned and she is much more like her normal self -- happy, gorgeous, and comical!

I did some extensive additions and edits on my website at http://www.claralandau.com/. It now has three new page links and the initial pages have been reworked. I think you will like it. Of benefit to me, also, is that I had to find my way through various facets of website building and I came out of the experience with a lot of new knowledge.

With September comes relief from the summer sizzle here in east Tennessee; my loft (where my computers and many things dear to me are situated) is now tolerable again … during the summer it would get very hot up here, even with two giant, faithful fans running. Last night I played several amazing blues CDs up here on my stereo player … I played them at very high volume, which is what I like to do when I feel the need. That particular need is kind of hard to describe, but it's sort of an emotional purge. Well, music is my drug of choice, most definitely.

So sorry I have to forego a trip to the beach this autumn, unless a bunch of money drops down out of the sky. I don't want to go into my remaining reserves. But I can hear those ocean waves in my mind. I have a white noise machine in my bedroom … it runs all night every night and is sorely needed here on this loud street that also has the 5:30 a.m. motorcycle next door. The white noise machine is set on "ocean waves" (complete with the sounds of sea gulls), so I can drift and dream to my heart's content :) But I'd really like to make the drive down to Folly Beach.

I've been going to drum circles whenever I can and I draw a tremendous amount of benefit from that activity and environment. I've reopened my old (years ago) shamanic studies. I think that many, or at least most, people are "taking their place" or looking for their place so they can take it … at the present time. It feels like people are searching, more intensely than ever, for something meaningful enough to hold as their comfort and "truth". Peace, respect, the natural world, the cosmos, the sacred and visionary dimension and energies of sound, transformation, and healing, and the unity of all beings at a cellular level -- the shamanic path is it for me.

I had a birthday on September 1st and Party City gave me what is becoming my "annual free balloon". I walk in and ask for one red balloon for my birthday (I love balloons) and the saleslady smiles and gives me one on-the-house. The niceness of that gesture adds to my enjoyment of the balloon (which is still tied to the back of one of the chairs in my music room). The present time may be nearing the end of the dance for me, in terms of life span, but I'm fine with that. Maybe next year I'll throw myself a party.

Please do check out http://www.claralandau.com/.