The other day I had this dream.
I was at a party. It was early and it was the kind of party you can tell people are getting drunk as fast as possible. I was uncomfortable in the dream and looking for a way to leave when someone hands me this little baby to hold for one sec but then they wander away and I can’t find them so I start rocking the baby and holding it to my chest and it falls peacefully asleep as I stroke its hair and wander around trying to figure out what to do.
Then I wake up, still wondering what to do with the baby. It turns out, ‘being handed an unknown baby’ is a much pondered (and much googled) dream archetype. Something about a new beginning.
In May of this year, I am going to stop teaching music lessons. Teaching music lessons has always been my security blanket, my backup plan, my ‘if I don’t make it, I can always with the music lessons.’ As of this writing, I will be taking the leap in 2 months and not a plan in sight. But that’s good right? Please tell me it’s good.
I have taken the baby into my arms and now I walk around the party and figure out what to do.
It’s sunset and Lightning and I are laying in our favorite secret river spot, eyes and noses only hovering above the water like alligators. It’s a warm February day and I’m thinking about how summer is slowly consuming winter, the beginning inching closer to the end like a snake eating its tail.
I just said goodbye to my lovely houseguests Bread and Puppet traveling through Texas with their moving performance ‘Palestine Emergency Mass.’ I am so grateful for their courage to bring it to Texas and their open hearted grace. Long live Bread and Puppet.
It’s a short missive this week. My heart aches for the world, the work that needs doing, and the energy to do it. I have an itch behind my eyeball that needs scratching somehow. More later. This will all get figured out.
Love,
Lindsey
Footnotes:
I personally am enjoying listening to the new album ‘Off Center’ by Large Brush Collection
My friend Robert Steel has a new substack. If you feel alone and weird in this life, you’ll feel like you found a friend when you read it. <3
It’s taken a while since I haven’t been printing that much this year but I have a fresh new pile of test print journals up on my website. 48 pages for hopes and dreams, all made of trash lol. GET YOURS TODAY or find em at a show or become a paid subscriber ;-)
The Austin music springtime festival has begun and we are playing. You can see a complete list of Little Mazarn’s performances here. On Saturday 03/16 I will be co-hosting a show with Dear Life Records at our print shop! If you’re in Austin, please stop by. <3
For guests traveling to Austin next week and wanting to lend a helping hand, a short list for your perusal.
Please consider making a donation to HAAM for they are the reason I have health insurance and I thank them.
Texas is an apartheid state with the Rio at its heart, not its dividing line as our leaders continue to bloody their hands with the deaths of mothers and children making unnecessarily dangerous crossings. Two organizations that work hard to help migrants in Austin and statewide are Casa Marianella and Annunciation House.
While you are in town enjoying tacos, consider buying a few extra, or a case of water, or making an HEB run and dropping it by an ATX Free Fridge. You can also make an easy donation to Free Lunch, a musician run meal service for people experiencing homelessness.
Abortion is illegal in Texas and trans youth face a narrowing sliver of precious healthcare options. The ACLU of Texas and Equality Texas continue to keep the pressure on. Their websites are a great resource to learn more about how you could help or donate.
Happy birthday! And it was fun to read your dream
This was a wonderful update! And darn I wish that I knew bread and puppet were in town. Best of fortune to you and your new 'baby'!