Washing Away The Dust…

This is what is on one of our walls in the living room. I love it. It totally defines who we are, what we do, and why we do it. And says it more eloquently than I could say it, that’s for sure.

About three years ago Ben and I started taking music focused get aways, alone, as in, no kids. Not that I don’t love those two monkeys. It’s just, I’m pretty sure I’m a better Mom if I take a break from the intensity of parenting for a week or two a year.

First it was Pete Wernick’s Advanced Banjo Camp in Boulder, CO. Ben banjoed and I shopped ever thrift shop in town (there’s eleven) and we would connect to eat and in the evenings. It was glorious.

The best thing about banjo camp is meeting interesting people from all over the world. We met a guy from Georgia, named T, who graciously invited us to his wife’s birthday party, another trip that involved more great folks, over the top food, and tons of music therapy. A peak experience, just as he promised.

That set the next series of events, another trip to banjo camp, a trip to the International Bluegrass Music Associations (IBMA) week in Nashville, TN and now we are off to Wilkesboro, North Carolina for Merlefest, a HUGE bluegrass festival.

Here’s the catch. While the grandmas wrangle the kids. We are flying to Atlanta, meeting up with our friends, road tripping to North Carolina in a 37 foot RV, road tripping back to Atlanta, and flying home. With T as our tour guide, it promises to be, a pickin’, gigglin’, sleep lackin’ trip. The best kind. We will come home with all the dust washed off, totally exhausted but rejuvenated.

So we’re outta here. Gone. Off, for some much needed music therapy. 

To say it my own way…Music, is like shakin’ the heck out of the etch-n-sketch of life. Ha. It really doesn’t have the same ring.

Later,

Sandhill Sis

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