O My Quiet Wild Ones

I'm reading a biography of Emily Dickinson by Richard B. Sewall that has been sitting on my shelf for the last fifteen years. Her unto-herself-ness; her realization at a fairly early age that the way she would achieve her vocation as poet was to disengage, piece by piece, from social day-to-day; her wild calm wide-eyed woman-girlness that broke through in dewy-fresh words, born for her purpose; her refrain from glory-seeking, except in doing the work: all this moves me greatly.

Now her own words - and moving her:

"I was thinking today - as I noticed, that the
'Supernatural,' was only the Natural, disclosed -

Not 'Revelelation' - 'tis -that waits,
But our unfurnished eyes -"

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I'm using a sound piece by Stefan called "Dan's Garden" - in honor of Dan Potter, another fabulously talented New England artist whose birthday it is tomorrow. It is made from sounds of the instruments in Dan and Marya Ursin's outdoor musical menagerie at the Dragon's Egg. It is a whole week of feast days! If you would like to hear more of Stefan Jacobs' sound compositions, visit his podcast Earful.