Pilot Of Change



Pilot of Change 

Happy Cinco de Mayo! Mmmmm. The delicious aroma of Tommy’s tacos is in the air! 

This past weekend I taught one of the most delightful songwriting sessions. 

In keeping with the COVID-19 distancing measures, my student sat on one end of my open air front porch and I on the other. She strummed her ukulele and I joined in on my baby Taylor. We watched the birds in the feeder. Neighbors strolling by waved and smiled. It was a chilly but sunny morning but she and I were inspired, sharing the gift of music. For a moment, we forgot why our lesson was being held outdoors. It just seemed natural. 

As teachers know, our students often teach us and this was no exception. I was enlightened and even lifted by the way this young woman was embracing her new norm. My student shared with me how she has been coping with online high school courses, her ideas for broadening her community outreach through art and the internet, and even her thoughts on the future. “Scary.” 

About 20 minutes into our songwriting lesson, we both smiled and said, “This is kinda cool. Sitting outside and being a creative force with nature.” 

A reminder, that if embraced, change doesn’t have to be frightening. In fact, it’s inevitable. We’re meant for change. It can be the fuel for creative inspiration. 

This brings me to this week’s subject matter for our second podcast episode of 

Hope you're enjoying Episode 2: Pilot Of Change.  

We are so excited that Dr. Ann and Dr. Cathy could enjoy a virtual cuppa and piece of pie with us and share their professional advice on how to keep our pets calm during Covid-19

‘Jake’s Place: Songs’n’Tails. 

I’ve entitled Episode Two: Pilot of Change based on the song Tommy and I wrote with the same title.

The song was inspired by a stunning painting, ‘Raven,’ by Shelly Niro. Shelly is a Mohawk filmmaker and visual artist from New York and Ontario. 

Some days I do feel as if I’m sitting all alone in the middle of a cornfield looking up at the stars, begging for an answer, anything. All I want is a constellation or sign to show me where these changes are leading. What will the face of live music and touring look like after all this? How do we carve out a new norm? After all, I think it’s safe to say we’re flying into uncharted territory these days. 

And as much as I’m trying to stay positive and productive, it’s easy to fall into the self-pity trap. 

My daily bout of nervous energy is freaking out the dogs and cat. The other day, much to my shame I had a ‘tiff’ with my mom on the phone and blurted out, “These days we don’t have the luxury of being difficult.” Gasp. I knew right then and there I needed to get a grip. Isolation was getting the best of me. 

Of course, Mother’s Day is coming up. Thank God for our beautiful Mothers and their understanding ways. Once again, my mom offered me her patient and loving heart and forgave me for my outburst. She assured me I’m not alone. Everyone is trying their best. Some days are harder than others. 

That made me think of a social media post I saw recently. It was the picture of a boat in a storm. The message, “We may not be in the same boat, but we are going through the same storm together.” I guess we are all mucking through these extraordinary times in our own way and that’s ok. 

Come and take me in your arms 

Dancin’ in our own backyard 

Underneath the moon and stars 

Tell me baby how can you refuse? 

A little somethin’ when you got nothin’ to lose. 

So this week, as I strap on my aviator goggles and become my own pilot of change, I promise to work on being kinder and more patient with others and myself. Walk the dogs more often. Try not to freak out Dottie Lynne, our cat. Tell my mom how much I love her. 

And no matter what changes may occur, remind myself to look closer. 

There are miracles in the cracks in the sidewalk.


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