Deb Montgomery

Brooklyn is not the best place for Mosquitoes or should I say it is the best place for them? Are they still surviving anywhere else up here right now. I woke at 3am to put some anti-itch cream on a bite. damn them. on the other hand you have to have a little respect for an insect that survives last week’s cold…or eggs that did…and then hatched last night on my arm. I’m very busy with a green project right now. Sang for some 10 year olds last week. The boys really dug it.they were waving their arms like teenagers at a REAL rock concert..I thought I’d be answering questions but they kept just wanting another song..one of them (after shaking my hand and saying he wasn’t going to wash it) suggested I learn a Greenday tune. I said I’d think about it. I am knee deep in paperwork. These are my deep deep thoughts. Looks like Mikael Rickfors of Sweden and I will record a song we wrote in Ireland..with Hector Castillo at Looking Glass Studios in December. That’s what it looks like today as I gather 15 years of stuff and make it as big and shiny as a Macy Day’s Parade Balloon. Peace, Deb

perhaps I should go back to school and get a Masters, open up a family therapy/education center, and adopt a kid or two…after I make some money. In the mean time, the shadow of the bird outside on my fire escape is walking across my curtain…very pretty. It is interesting as I volunteer some time teaching 8 year olds…that I find their 8 year old worlds to be everything that matters in that moment…and many hours later…and apparently even now. Peace, Deb

If you havn’t read Annie Dillard, I highly recommend doing so. “Pilgrim at TInker Creek” which Melvin Maddocks from Time called “…a remarkable psalm of terror and celebration.” I read her for a lot of reasons, but often because it is the next best thing to being by a body of water or building a fire by which you may sit.

“The secret of seeing is to sail on solar wind. Hone and spread your spirit till you yourself are a sail, whetted, translucent, broadside to the merest puff.”

“I had been my whole life a bell, and never knew it until at that moment I was lifted and struck.”