I spent an hour this morning, carefully peeling these pomegranates from our tree, to make two small glasses of juice. It felt just like yoga practice: slow down, breathe, carefully work through the pith, and then, gold! (or in this case, a ruby red elixir). The tree is just beyond our porch, which has become so many things as we weather this pandemic: music venue, cafe/dining room, entertainment (bird feeder watch!), simple respite, and Sunday, recording studio, as we continue working on tracking, both songs from my musical-in-the-making, and the new Bay Station record.
In other news, I wrote a bit about the song "Beauty Everywhere" for the Beauty Everywhere site. Read that here: On the Song Beauty Everywhere