Oh, B.C…. Snowing and it’s almost March. Whether it’s B.C. or global warming or major confusion on the planet’s grid, it’s a sight. Of course, until I have my own kids snow days are not what they used to be. Remember waking up to snow as a kid? You’d check the radio or call the school and see if school was on or not? If it wasn’t, it was like a free pass to paradise. You’d call up your friends, get bundled up and go tobaganning, go build snowmen, make snow angels, you name it. Pretty magical stuff. Now we’re old and we have to drive in it. Lame.

I used to dream about snow a lot. It hasn’t happened for a while but last night I had the first snow dream I’ve had in ages…. It had to be the “Sochi Olympics” dream episode, after watching all that skiing and skating and falling down… So last night I was a competitor, but like so many dreams I’ve had, I’m a competitor or a participant in whatever activity it may be but I have NO recollection of deciding to do it, I have no recollection of practicing, preparing or even KNOWING about the event until it happens. For example, I have a recurring dream that I am back in high school and the dream just STARTS with me in a desk after not being at school all year and there is a major math exam and I have NO idea about it nor do I know the answer to even one question… So lasts night dream was kinda like that, only I was an Olympic downhill skier with zero training and zero desire to be in the olympics. My course was to ski down this hill that was virtually a vertical drop that seemed to last for miles and miles….. My body in space felt so minuscule in comparison to the hill itself and to the mountain.  A gun went off and of course, having NO ski training I started down the hill but fumbled and realized that if I botch this up too badly, I’ll die. No question. So here’s this vertical drop that seems to go on for infinity and I am clinging to it with my fingers dug into the snow like a rock climber. My skis come off of my feet and tumble down and I’m just sort of dangling there. I look down at my certain death with no way of knowing how to get out of the situation and then I woke up. How comforting. Still don’t really know what to make of it….. I’ll think about it and report back.

Y’know when there’s so much to say and so much goin’ on that its hard to know where to begin so you don’t? Yeah. That’s what’s been happening here. It happens to me a lot. My still-favourite analogy of that is the ole-faithful spinning top. To an onlooker at first glance the object appears stationary, but upon closer inspection is in fact spinning and spinning and spinning…. That’s me most of the time.

Since my last entry so much has gone down. I’ve been to Europe and back, turned over a few new leaves and made new connections, new songs, written songs and torn them up, fractured a foot bone, rocked a cast, crutches, and two x-rays with a third on the way.

I also lost my voice for the first time in my entire life just over a week ago which was terrifying. I’d never known what it felt like to open my mouth to speak and literally no sounds comes out.  We all need our voices its true, but for someone that is reliant on their voice to eventually provide the sole source of bread and butter- it knocked the wind out of me (pun intended). So severe vocal rest was needed pronto, and my voice is now back with a new-lease and a vengeance.  I like to believe that things like this are the Universe’s way of telling me something….. Or to remind me of something. In this case, it was almost a bit of the classic “you don’t know what you got til its gone” scenario. Self explanatory. Let’s just say that all I’ve been doin since the voice returned is sing, sing, sing…