Blessings in Disguise

I can already feel the tides shifting toward the positive as the new year begins trickling out into a flow.  In New Orleans, Mardi Gras season is in full swing, though this year, I’m a little more internal/creative/quiet.  As we get beyond mercury retro and Mardi Gras, and into that new moon and Chinese New Year (Feb 19), I feel the momentum will be picking up.  I am grateful.  🙂

1/23/15 –

We all do our best
I guess it’s sometimes maybe less
Than where we’d hope to be in time
Or maybe we were always fine
It’s just we hoped there’s more to find
Inside these vessels of blood and vines

In and out of stillness
As the grass grows tall around us
And the weaknesses we long to leave behind
They still intrigue the mind
Maybe we can listen for
The blessings in disguise

I know that I love to give
And life can be of service
But sometimes when my light goes dim
And chaos is the path we swim
Patience wears too thin
I hope you understand

Please don’t take it personal
This challenge universal
Humanity in growing pains
Insanity then back to sane
We’re all searching for
The meaning in our name


Here’s a collection from one of our recent strolls through Crescent Park in the Bywater neighborhood of New Orleans…plus a couple of Frady, one of our cats, because he’s too cute to not share 🙂

Seasons and Greetings

‘Tis the season to be greeting, to be merry and bright, in spite of the winter sun in hiding, or health matters fighting.
In gratitude, I share a couple of poems and a few pics to bolster hope and wellness.  Dream a brand new dream for 2015 and listen for what you truly need.


Cannot assume that winter’s bloom
Or lack thereof
Is a sign of doom or shows no love

Sleeping, dreaming flowers
Hold just as much power
As spring and summer blossoms
Full of fragrance to devour

Devote your hearts, become devout
She wrote your part, have no doubt
Divine design is ultimately profound
She hears you shine with brighter sounds



You can focus on the positive
Or dwell on the negative
Your life can be lucrative
Or be lost under a sedative

Consumed by doom and gloom
Or a light house filling the room
How do you choose to live?
What all can you give?

Time to get serious
To see where we’re steering this

NCIS: New Orleans

Hello and happy Spring!

I’ll start by saying that it’s not often I’ll re-post and/or mix this blog and my band page.  But the news that follows, well it just had to be shared, because it feels like such a milestone for us.

At the start of this year, my husband and I began our 6th year as Sweet Jones, and it’s now been 8 years that we have been playing music together.  Piece by piece, with lots of patience, practice, perseverance, and gratitude, we shape and shift and build upon this musical dream.  The creative life takes time, and yet there is never really a set ‘place’ in the ‘future’ that we’re looking to land.  For us, it’s always been about the work, and enjoying that work together, one day at a time.  And with that work, we find rewards big and small along the way.
Well this week happens to be one of the bigger rewards we’ve found along this musical journey together.

We are immensely thrilled to let you know about some very exciting news!!!  Sweet Jones has been selected to be one of the local featured musical acts on the very first episode of NCIS: New Orleans.  The talented and funny Rachel Hsieh joins us on cello for this particular song.  We had a blast working with her and the set/sound crew for the show.  We look forward to more adventures like this in the future!  The show will be a two-part pilot to start.
Tune in to CBS on Tuesday, March 25th (7pm CST) for episode 1 and watch until the end, as we are in the French Market scene toward the end.  Yay!!!
Here’s a little article from USA Today about the show.

This was not our official wardrobe on the set, but one of the ‘sample’ looks we sent in for ideas.  You might say we like hats.  Maybe it keeps the good ideas from evaporating, and prevents the bad ideas from infiltrating.

Big, big thanks to Rachel for sharing her talents, and to our friend Kyle, who believed we were the right fit for the scene.

As for upcoming shows, quiet for the very moment (EXCEPT FOR TV SHOW!), but look to mid/late April for spring-time fun and Jazz Fest week shows 🙂  In case you haven’t seen the line up for Jazz Fest, Bruce Springsteen and Eric Clapton are among the headliners.  Wow, it’s going to be a big crowd this year.  Hopefully, the rains ease up and the mud dries in time 🙂

Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!  May Spring come soon, and may the luck of the Irish be with you!

Blooming Butterfly

Blooming Butterfly

Japanese Magnolia

Japanese Magnolia


I am fascinated by dreams of all kinds, but particularly the ones that take place while we sleep.  We all have unique dreams…dreams like goals…daydreams…and dreams when you are sleeping.  Not everyone seems to remember them, nor place the same value to them.  I’ve always been a very vivid night dreamer.  Certain dreams over the years have stood out and maintained a faint glimmer in my memory as if they were from actual day-life events.  And they cover the full spectrum of emotions, with varying degrees of intensity.

Occasionally, I tell my husband what I dreamed about the night before, and he’s always amazed…my dreams tend toward the fantastical, absurd, and strange.  His night dreams, I suppose, are a little more like day life in nature.

Though I don’t always write down my dreams, I do keep a dream journal on the nightstand, and try to write down some of the more interesting and/or meaningful dreams.  Sometimes when I’m in that post-dream, pre-dawn space, the dream gets written down in poem form, which is fun to read back on later.  I often find themes and links, and hopefully insight.  Here are a few selections from such dream poems.  They were all from different times, but there seems to be a night gypsy who visits regularly.  😉 Enjoy!

A Life in Review
A life in review in the underworld of dreams
Try to decipher what it all really means

Visions of a past that never took place
Mirages of a future that may very well be replaced

Elements of torture, fame and disgrace
Eloquent, immortal, tame and full of praise

The gypsy woman takes the palm of my hand
Pointing and pressing where I don’t understand

She says close your eyes away from this land
For a moment to request to know the master plan

Then the stage hand calls out
a message from beyond

He says take care with love
Hold on, hold on, and be strong

Epic fortitude will be your guiding light
To walk among the multitude in the middle of the night

The Oldest Crone
Visiting the home
Of the oldest crone I’ve ever known
Deep in the woods on a hillside
In the middle of the night
Rummaging bones
From birds that have flown
And seeds never sown

Elements changed on both sides
Neither was wrong nor right

For $100/month, she said I could stay
The chair of wicker and a bed of hay

As I studied the fine lines gone astray
At the edge of her eyes, she began to say

For as long as you need, this place will feed
Keep planting seeds and pulling weeds

Let your roots run deep and your soul to keep
Love takes the lead, so keep up, take heed

Driving Out the Ghosts
Driving out the ghosts with stones
And singing over bones
The flowers call you home

Hold on to your Southern song
And let the angels sing along
How could anyone have known
The way your hope glows in the night like a crone

You wear the crown and grace the throne
And never look back for too long

Hold the amethyst
Watch the light explode
Look for patterns in the road

(This last one was more of a dream/nightmare, but powerfully memorable enough to write it out).

Between the Dark and Light
It’s a fight between the dark and light
It’s a struggle of ego muscle

How deep can you stare into her eyes
And visualize the truest light
And chant the name of the divine

It’s hard to describe the dark of night
With words made of the daylight kind
Marbled and hollow eyes of intensity
Her head of stone and density

I chant and I chant
And I try to let go but I can’t

Is this the trial we face
To find our state of grace?
Is this the fire we meet
To eventually be complete?

I’d rather not compete
Like some ancient Greek athlete
Throwing over the rope
And hoping I can go the distance
And meet the gravity of resistance

But if that’s what we’ve got to do
To finally get it through
Then with full-fledged trust
Do what you must

In this treacherous test
Do your very best

Face your fears head on
Pray for the coming dawn
That the path will clear and life goes on

Sunset on Lake Pontchartrain

Sunset on Lake Pontchartrain