Words and art of action are more needed than ever, as is the action without words that is listening deeply. Continuing a tradition I started unknowingly when my sister Willow died in 2018, Mondays are a day for taking action through the creative process so here is a song I wrote before moving to Maine, stemming from envisioning humanity as brimming and overflowing

Put together after 3 months of pandemic stagnation, this is a collage of old audio I recorded in various locations -- Switzerland, Phoenix PHX airport, Maine, a bathroom in the basement of the Boston Symphony Hall -- layered with pictures and videos from my phone taken in Maine, Canada, and California.